Green Tower City: September 2022

Nicole is downright giddy from her hard fought 4 Way victory and shoves me violently down onto my small bed above Daisy Duke’s. Her panties hit the floor and she scrambles on top of me. I don’t have much choice but to let her have her way with me, and let's face it: it's not like I mind.

Some time passes. I awake from a deep sleep to find Nicole is straddling me, now wearing her fighting panties once again. (She never took her thigh highs off which is a detail that made our victory sex all that much more…stimulating for reasons just slightly beyond the edge of my comprehension.)

There are footsteps coming up the stairs. Nicole arches her back, her perky round bare breasts rise and fall as she sucks in quick breaths. She senses battle. Her nipples are hard. She is stimulated, ready to fight.

“I didn’t think that bitch would actually be stupid enough to show up here,” the raven haired catfighter murmurs as she stands up from the edge of the bed and begins adjusting the elastic tops of her thigh highs. It seems she has issued a specific challenge to somebody.

The door opens. Kristina walks in. She looks fresh and eager for a brawl. Nicole steps forward, now adjusting the waistband of her black cotton panties. Her stamina amazes me. She did after all just emerge victorious from a 4 way brawl with three decent catfighters. I've never seen them fight each other but as they are both veteran fighters I assume they've had run ins.

“THAT IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Kristina announces as she walks confidently into the middle of the small apartment.

“YOU JUST WALKED THROUGH THE WRONG DOOR!” Nicole howls as she steps forward. They raise their fists and get right into it.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

A savage fist fight ensues. The girls lay into each other with no attempt at defense, hammering away with face and body blows. Blood splatters everywhere. Grunts, thuds, moans, thuds and more grunts pepper the air. I find myself getting very aroused as usual. I will have no problem rewarding the winner of this fight, and at this moment, there’s no telling which one it will be.

THUD!

Kristina lands a blow to the side of Nicole’s face that sends her staggering back a couple feet, but she quickly regains her composure, raises her fists, and steps forward. Kristina raises her fists and they strike!

THUD! THUD!

They simultaneously connect with crotch attacks, Kristina using her foot and Nicole using her knee. They both yelp in pain, then their bodies slap together as they lock up in a desperate bearhug. Their crotches and bellies grind together as they grapple, each of them now looking a little scared. Kristina hooks her fingers into Nicole’s waistband and gives her panties a sharp tug.

“OOOOHHHHHhhhhh” Nicole wails in agony. I can tell she is losing steam, but just when I think she might go down she stiffens her body, bringing her knees up hard into the red head’s crotch, lifting her whole body off the ground.

PLUD!!!

“GLURK!” Now Kristina is hurt. Both girls drop to their butts with another loud thud and two simultaneous grunts of pain with the impact. They immediately begin struggling, trying to get their hands around each other’s throats.

It occurs to me that in a straight up fist fight I would lay all my money on Nicole, but now that the fight has hit the ground, I’m not sure. Nicole may have made a mistake. Kristina is an EXPERT grappler, and in fact it seems like the ginger is getting control of the brawl, but then they lock up in another belly to belly bearhug. They grab each other’s waistbands. The fight is getting DESPERATE.

“OH GOD!” Kristina groans.

“AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh OOOOOOOHhhhhhh…” Nicole moans. They arch their backs and press forward into each other and for a second it looks like they are going to end up standing again, but suddenly they topple onto their sides, hitting the hard wood floor together with a loud dull THUD.

Kristina raises a leg and swiftly gains a straddle mount. She lands a face punch.

THUD!!!

Nicole’s body quivers and she manages to give Kristina a glancing blow off the chin that nearly topples the red head off her, but Kristina leans back in and nails Nicole with another punch.

THUD!!!

Nicole jerks and starts to go limp. This might be it! Kristina slides her body forward, dragging her crotch up Nicole’s belly so she is suddenly straddling the lack haired woman at the neck She cocks her fist and gives her three sharp blows to the face.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Nicole’s body spasms and she goes limp. Kristina has her! She plops down onto her butt, sitting on Nicole’s mound. Her breasts rise and fall ass she catches her breath. I see the fear fading from her face as she realizes she is in control of the fight.

“You got her Kristina! You won the fight!” I call out.

“I’m not satisfied.” She says coolly as she slowly rises up off her victim. She adjusts her panties slightly as she slowly and deliberately circles her prey, trying to decide how best to finish her off.

After several passes she suddenly reaches down and grabs one of Nicole’s arms, then she grabs a leg and suddenly drops to her butt, thrusting her feet DEEP into Nicole’s back. An abdominal stretch!!!

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Nicole shrieks in agony.

“YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE THAT BITCH?” Kristina shouts as she nearly breaks Nicole’s back in half.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD OH GOD! OH GOD!” Nicole wails. Finally Kristina releases her and she flops over, face down on the hard wood floor, writhing in pain. Nicole starts to squirm towards the door but Kristina crawls after her.

THUD!!!

Suddenly Nicole launches an elbow backward and catches Kristina right in the jaw! The ginger drops to her butt! Nicole turns and spreads her arms as she cautiously stalks forward. Kristina rubs her jaw…then TACKLES NICOLE TO THE GROUND!!!

THUD!!!

Their bodies hit the heard wood floor and the room shakes a little. Nicole squirms desperately but it is no use. Kristina swiftly secures a mount and drills her in the face.

PLAP!!!

A fresh splatter of blood hits the floor. Kristina readjust her mount and goes to work.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Nicole’s legs twitch and jerk for a few moments as Kristina pounds her in the face with both fists. Finally the beaten woman’s legs splay out, completely limp. Nicole is finished. Kristina pulls the black haired girl’s head off the floor by the bangs and cocks her fist…

THUD!!!

Another splash of blood hits the floor and I see a tooth skitter across the wood floor planks. Nicole’s body remains limp.

“Ok baby, she’s done! She’s done! You won the fight!” I call out, not wanting an illegal kill to take place in my apartment. Kristina settles back onto her butt, draws a few deep breaths, then finally stands and gives me a victory pose.

“I GOT HER!!!!” She calls out excitedly. I get up to kiss her while she holds her pose for me, then I point out that Nicole really needs to go to the hospital.

“Next time I WILL end this whore for good.” Kristina promises as she drags the vanquished older woman out the door by the feet. Nicole will be deposited unceremoniously by the side of the curb and will wake up in a hospital bed in a day or two.

“Keep my trophy ready for me while I take out the trash.” Kristina commands.

This will not be a problem…

Kristina vs. Jill

(The Mat Room)

I wake up in bed with Kristina pretty late into the next morning. She rolls on top of me and we make out little bit. I’m just about to roll her over and have my way when she says:

“Nope. I have to win another fight first.” Then she hops up and runs into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Soon I hear the shower running. All the women around here just love to fuck and fight. What a life I have.

I look about at the splatters and droplets of blood all over the apartment from last night’s savage brawl. I don’t have to worry about it. Once I have left for the day a cleaning girl will be up here and whenever I return here next the place will be spotless. I look out the window to see Nicole is long gone. She is undoubtedly in a hospital stasis chamber right now, and will be for a while. I can’t wait to see the inevitable rematch between these two. I have to admit, I think Kristina might get her ass kicked in a fair fight. She’s a good scrapper but Nicole is an absolute HELLCAT.

Kristina soon emerges from the shower and pulls on her trademark light purple cotton panties.

“Come to the Mat Room at noon, baby. I’m gonna fight again for you.”

Then she leaves. After my shower I notice I still have a little time so Doctor Green and I head over to Alice n Mel’s, where I have some pancakes and sausage with coffee and a glass of orange juice. While I eat, Doctor Green gives me the rundown on The Mat Room, as I have not been there yet.

…

“Well, that sounds pretty interesting. Maybe we’ll just hang out there all day today,” I say finishing off the last bite of my cherry pie. I’m on my third cup of coffee at this point, so I’m very alert. I can’t help myself. Alice n Mel’s makes…(excuse me)…a damn fine cup of coffee.

“I will alert the management we are coming to see if they will give us any special accommodations.” Doctor Green says along with the customary beeps whistles and dings that accompany his communication devices. I’m convinced it’s all for show.

As usual the response is quick and enthusiastic. Management of the Mat Room would be honored to have us as their guests and will arrange a private viewing chamber to watch the fights. Also they say they are willing to pay me 500 credits a pop to reward the winners of each fight in a private Trophy Room, but 1000 if I will do it on the mat for the delight of the spectators. I’m not even sure what I am supposed to do with all this money they keep heaping on me for my “services.” Especially since everywhere I go I am given everything I need for free!

So not really needing any extra cash I opt for the more private option. They seem only mildly disappointed, but after all…I do have my limits.

Before long we are in a private viewing room with what appears to be a huge window looking into a room with three cinderblock walks and a big pink mat. I am told that the “window” I am looking through actually appears as a 4^th cinderblock wall from the outside. In fact, it is cinderblock! See through, one way Cinderblock. The wonders of 25^th Century technology will never cease to amaze me.

Behind me is a big thick mattress, presumable for rewarding the winners of each bout. I am told each victorious female will get to spend the duration of the next bout in my suite with me.

The rest of the spectators, all women wearing the typical togas I’ve seen everyone wearing, surround the top of the fighting room, looking down on it from above. A unique design. Below us the Mat Room is empty save for a big pink mat. I’m told sometimes the mat is light blue and sometimes cream color. I wonder how the fighters enter as there do not appear to be any doors, but as if in answer to my question, an opening suddenly appears to my right when a slab of the concrete wall moves backward and then over, revealing a dark hallway.

“NOW ENTERING THE MAT ROOM…IN GREEN PANTIES WHITE SOCKS AND SHOES….JILL!”

Some of the women cheer and applaud. Some of them boo and hiss. Some of them stay quiet. A mixed response for Jill.

“JILL IS 19 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 34 WINS…25 LOSSES…AND 3 KILLS!”

Jill steps out of the opening and goes to the corner to her left. Almost immediately an opening appears on the opposite wall and another figure walks through the doorway. It’s Kristina! She looks completely healed from her nasty bedroom brawl last night, and she looks EAGER to fight.

“AND NOW…HER OPPONENT…IN THE LIGHT PURPLE PANTIES….KRISTINA!”

The ginger haired fighter gets a much louder round of cheers and applause. She is well known here as a good fighter.

“KRISTINA IS 27 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 117 WINS…35 LOSSES…AND 18 KILLS!”

More cheers for the ginger haired brawler. Jill just sneers at her.

“YOU LOOK LIKE A WASHED UP OLD HAG TO ME!” Jill calls out. Kristina just glares at her.

DING! DING! DING!

They don’t mess around here. The two woman march straight to the center of the small chamber and engage in a savage fist fight.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

The crowd cheers as the two young women pummel each other. Blood splatters the mat all over the room as Jill and Kristina bob weave, jab and duck all over the room. After several frantic seconds of this, they separate and begin slowly circling. Each of them is clearly exhausted and a little scared. They make several slow rotations, then Jill hops forward and kicks Kristina in the ribs, sending her staggering back with a loud grunt of surprise and pain! The younger woman has some moves, I'll give her that!

Jill raises her fists but hesitates, possibly a mistake. Kristina steps back a couple feet, doubled over but keeping her eye on the blonde. Jill steps forward and another exchange of punches ensues.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

The crowd goes wild again as the blood continues to speckle the mat. This Jill girl is really holding her own so far.

Almost as soon as I think that the younger girl might have a shot, Kristina scores a SOLID right cross and Jill drops to her ass and slides a couple feet back on her butt. Kristina lunges forward and goes for a crotch stomp, but Jill manages to scoot backward just in time and Kristina stomps down hard on the mat, throwing herself off balance. Jill pounces into her and the two women hit the mat and being furiously grappling for control. Knowing Kristina’s wrestling skills, I think this looks bad for Jill, and soon enough the veteran fighter does indeed have her prey twisted up in an agonizing looking armbar.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Jill shrieks in agony. Kristina puts her through a wide assortment of intensely painful and humiliating wrestling moves, bending and contorting the poor shrieking blonde in every possible way, stopping just short of breaking any bones. This is not out of mercy. Simply, Kristina knows that as soon as a bone snaps, the warning bell will be rung and she will have to stop the beating. She is not ready to finish this smug little upstart off just yet. After several long minutes of torment, Kristina suddenly grabs a handful of Jill’s hair and forcers her onto her hands and knees.

“All right, bitch. Time for the walk of shame.”

“OH GOD NO PLEASE! I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!” Jill wails. It’s almost as if she has no idea how things work here.

Kristina begins to walk the whimpering young fighter around the perimeter of the small fighting chamber like a whipped dog. The crowd cheers and chants her name.

“KRISTINA! KRISTINA! KRISTINA!” The ginger haired brawler smirks with pride as she parades the weaker woman around the room. She knows I am watching though it does not appear that she can tell just where I am watching from.

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” The crowd begins to chant, but Kristina is clearly enjoying dragging out the battle. Finally she walks her victim into the center of the room and starts to haul her up to her feet.

THUD!!! Jill surprises her with a punch to the gut! The crowd OOHS but Kristina retaliates quickly, kneeing her attacker in the crotch so hard she is lifted off the mat for a second before flopping flat onto her back.

Kristina pounces, her face a mask of rage. The surprise gut punch only served to make her PISSED. She goes to work on Jill’s face with both fists, pounding the young blonde’s cute features into a pulp.

THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!

Jill’s legs twitch, quiver and go limp. She is finished.

DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!

The Warning Bell is sounded which means Jill is close to death. Not wanting to face a murder rap, Kristina stops the beating immediately, stands and places a foot on her vanquished opponent. The crowd goes wild. She stands there with her hands on her hips, her breast heaving in and out as she catches her breath. Then, at long last, she raises her arms and flexes for the crowd.

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH A TOTAL KNOCK OUT!....KRISTINA!!!”

She only holds her pose for a second before stepping off Jill’s breast and strolling out of the mat room through the doorway that suddenly opens. Within a few more minutes she is in my private viewing chamber with me, celebrating her second victory in less than 8 hours.

She did a good job bloodying up the mat. It takes the mat girls nearly 10 minutes to get it all mopped up before the next fight can even begin. This of course establishes a pattern that I will see repeated throughout the rest of the day.

A pattern I don’t mind at all.

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