5-6-2473 Shara vs. Nina

Shara vs. Nina

(The Badlands)

It’s been over 48 hours since the brutal death fight between Cherize and Lana and Doctor Green and I have been continuing to drift leisurely down the Zeldos River in relative silence without seeing any signs of life.  The landscape is growing increasingly rocky and large cliffs flank the river on both sides.  As the sky reddens into sunset we finally emerge from the claustrophobic cliff faces onto a barren plain and see the glow of fires off in the distance.  This is almost certainly the region of the Gladiator Girls.  These are some of the most brutal fighters in the entire world, even more violent than the Princes girls of Queensland who fight death duels with swords and the Jungle Girls who fight with their bare hands.  These women employ all manner of weaponry in their fights to the death.  I’m  a bit apprehensive about approaching these violent warriors but Doctor Green says he will go ahead and alert them of our arrival and test the waters.  As his high tech gadgetry and advanced metallic alloy shell makes him virtually impervious to harm, I figure this is a good plan. While he is gone I set myself up with a delicious dinner and within an hour he returns, his spider like chassis appearing out of the dark to step back onto the hull of the water craft.

Turns out even in this remote area news of our arrival on Earth has filtered in and the warrior women of The Badlands have been anticipating us.  A series of death matches is being held and as usual they want yours truly to serve as a sex trophy for the victors so we make our way to the fighting area that is encircled by huge torches. 

Though there is really no government here in this part of the continent, a sort of agreed upon order does exist and in this spot girls from all over the world come to settle grudges in the most violent ways possible or simply engage in death duels for profit and glory.  All sorts of women come here to fight.  Deposed Princesses, Pro fighters, Jungle girls, and Academy drop outs.  Even women who have failed to win their initiation fights at The Wall can come here and try to make a name for themselves in the bloody fire circles.  We arrive just as two gladiator girls: Shara in the tiger striped panties and Nina in the pink panties are preparing to end a lifelong feud with knives and sharpened high heeled shoes.

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(Author's note:  As you may have guessed, this and the set I plan to post tomorrow were commissions that I did around 2005.  In fact I think these might be the first paid commissions I ever did.  I altered the story slightly to fit my timeline, and if I recall correctly the guy originally wanted me to draw the girls either naked or in thongs, but truth be told I hate both of those options.  (Can't really explain why) so I persuaded hi to let me draw them my way.) 

1-9-2474 Becky vs. Kori

Becky vs. Kori

(The Junior Fight Ring)

There are no midnight death matches happening tonight, so I decide to just go check out the final bout of the evening at the Junior Fight Ring.  As usual I plan to go home with the winner of this last fight.  The nice thing about doing this at the JFR is that the winner is frequently not too tired to take on a bedroom challenger later on, which is always a favorite of mine.

As soon as I arrive I am happily escorted to my usual seat right next to the ring.  All Green Tower City venues are happy to accommodate me as my presence ensures the venue will be sold out, even if it is the final bout of the evening.  I typically consider it my duty to frequent as many venues as possible in order to boost their box office sales, a service for which I am always gratuitously rewarded.

As I walk down the aisle towards my ring side station, the excitement in the small fighting venue become palpable, and bloodthirsty women crowd through the entrance behind me until absolutely capacity is reached.  It is still a few minutes before the fighters (and I have no idea who they will be at this point) will enter the ring, so I ask for my usual large glass of beer and sip it patiently as the din of noise rises and falls all around me. A couple mat girls are just finishing mopping up the blood and it looks like a puddle of urine from the last bout.  (I missed it as I was still rewarding the winner of the last fight I watched at Catfight Cavern.)  Before too much longer the loudspeaker crackles into life.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE EVENING!”

The crowd roars its approval.  A few seconds pass and the small door where the fighters enter the arena opens, and the lither form of a female fighter is silhouetted in the light there.  Naturally fighters are kept sequestered from each other until they enter the ring, and at the JFR, except in tournaments and specific challenges, fighters do not know who they are facing off against until the name is announced. 

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLUE PANTIES AND TENNIS SHOES….BECKY!!!”

The cute curly haired Becky jogs energetically down the aisle, waving at the crowd on either side.  She gets to the ring quickly and climbs through the ropes, giving me a smile before she goes to her corner and begins stretching out against the ropes.

“BECKY IS 20 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 154 WINS, 74 LOSSES and 5 KILLS!!!” 

Becky continues stretching out in her corner, staring intently at the fighters’ entrance, probably wondering anxiously who she is about to fight.  It isn’t long before the door opens again and another female silhouette is revealed in the bright light on the other side of the door.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LAVENDER AND PURPLE STRIPED PANTIES…HER OPPONENT…KORI!!!” 

 A mixed response comes from the crowd and Becky actually looks visibly disappointed.  Kori is cocky but in fact one of the worst jobbers currently fighting on the Pro circuit.  Sometimes it is a wonder how such girls ever make it into the city.  You wouldn’t know this from her grim expression though as she strides confidently down the aisle towards the ring.  She ignores the boos and hisses from the audience as she climbs through the ropes and stands in her corner opposite from Becky.  Both girls simply glare at each other.

“KORI IS 19 YEARS OLD!!!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS,  53 LOSSES, and 0 KILLS!!!”

“BOOOOOO!!!!!” 

“YOU SUCK!!!”

“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BITCH!!!”  Kori howls at her opponent, staring back at her nonchalantly.  Her threat doesn’t really carry much weight.

DING! DING! DING!

The two young blondes step out of their corners and slowly saunter towards each other.  When they get near the center of the ring they begin circling, eyeing each other up and down.  Becky has her hands on her hips as she takes one slow step after another, daring Kori to make a move.  Kori raises her fists and makes a couple hesitant moves forward, but seems reluctant to begin the battle.

“Come on!  Let’s fight!’  Becky taunts.  The crowd starts to let their restlessness be heard.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Suddenly Becky and Kori step forward and lock together in a hug, snatching at each other’s blonde hair.  The din of the crowd drops slightly and the groans and grunts of the struggling girls can be heard clearly.

They stumble around the ring awkwardly.  Suddenly Kori manages to rake her claws down Becky’s thigh, surprisingly drawing the first blood of the fight!

“AHHHHH!!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” Becky yells and swings her hand back in a wide arc.

CRACK!!!  Kori takes a backhanded slap and is sent toppling backward, arms pinwheeling.  Kori would probably fall down but Becky quickly grabs her by the hair and hauls her over to the corner she started in pulling her head back…

SPLAT!!!  Kori’s face hits the top turnbuckle and Becky pulls her back again by the hair.

THAP! THAP! THAP! 

The silver turnbuckle is already splattered with blood from the quick and brutal face pounding.  Becky let her foe slump limply against the corner of the ring, then gives her a quick knee to the crotch from behind. 

PLUD!!!  Kori’s  body is lifted slightly from the quick crotch bump and she lets out a loud grunt of pain.  Becky grabs her shoulder and spins her around to face her, then brings her hand back…

CRACK!!!! And slaps her hard in the face.  The jobber’s head is whipped to the side from the force of the blow and she slumps against the ropes.  Becky gives her another knee to the crotch with a dull thud.

“OOOOHHHH!!!!”  Kori wails in agony, blood pouring down her chin.  This doesn’t look like it’s going to be much of a fight. Becky lets her victim hang limply off the ropes, barely conscious, and takes a quick stroll around the perimeter of the ring, listening to the cheers of her fans.

“FINISH THAT BITCH OFF!!!’ someone howls.   Becky makes one full circuit of the ring and then moves back towards her prey.

“AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!”  Kori let’s out a high pitched shriek of agony as Becky grabs her by the crotch and pulls her up to a fully standing position into her corner, then gives her another light knee into her already mangled womanhood.  She then position’s Kori’s limp arms back behind the ropes, hanging her more firmly on her corner, and lifts each leg, to set her up on the turnbuckles, totally helpless.  She steps back a couple paces, then punts her right in the bridge of her crotch.

“BLURGGG!!!”  Kori spits out a small trickle of blood and puke from the blow.  She clearly ha no fight in her already.  Becky’s boredom at the sight of her approaching the ring is clearly quite justified.  This has so far been a completely one sided beat down.  Becky stands back with her hands on her hips and examines her “opponent.”  Kori just hangs their, spread out on the ropes, completely at the mercy of her attacker.

THUD!!! Another crotch kick sets her to twitching again.  Then Becky moves in and slaps her across the face with an open palm…

CRACK!!!

And a backhand slap…

CRACK!!!

And another open handed slap.

CRACK!!!

“YEAH!!!”

“FINISH THAT LITTLE SLUT!!! KILL HER!!!”

I’m sure it’s tempting but of course kills are strictly forbidden at the Junior Fight Ring and Becky would be hauled off immediately to Green Tower City Prison, which is definitely not something I want to see.  Becky only wins a little over half her fights but she is a good lay.  And she is cute.  I really am looking forward to spending the night with her after this “bout.”

Becky then climbs up the ropes and mounts her prey, pinning her into the turnbuckle  crotch to crotch.  Kori is still conscious but barely.  She whimpers and moans in fear and pain as the curly haired fighter grabs her straight blonde bangs and holds her head back with her left hand as she cocks her right fist.

THAP!!!  Kori’s legs twitch slightly as Becky punches her lightly in the face, just enough to prolong the torment but not enough to put her down for good.    

THAP! THAP! THAP!  For several minutes Becky continues the torture, giving Kori a quick blow to the face then holding her fist over threateningly, waiting an unpredictable amount of seconds, then blasting her again. 

“YEAH!!! FUCK HER UP BECKY!!! FUCK HER UP!!!!”

After several minutes Beck gets bored with toying with her prey and dismounts.  She pulls each of Kori’s legs off the ropes, then grabs her by the hair and helps her stagger off the turnbuckle.   She walks the dazed and bloodied jobber girl into the center of the small fighting ring,  Kori’s face is pink, puffed and bloody and she is whimpering like a puppy that’s been spanked.  Becky gets her to the dead center of the ring and gives her a quick knee to the crotch.

“WHOULF!!!!”  Kori spits out a fresh spray of blood and suddenly Becky spins around behind her and locks her into a sleeper hold. 

Kori weakly waves her arms about futilely for a few seconds, then quickly goes limp.  Her eyes roll up in her head.  Becky shakes her like a rag doll, trying to get her to struggle a little more, but it is no use.  Kori is out cold.  Becky tightens and releases.  Tightens and releases… then…

PLUD!!! The ring shakes slightly as Kori’s limp body flops face first to the canvas, arms and legs spread wide.  Becky quickly places a foot on Kori’s round butt and raises her fists in victory salute. 

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT:   BECKY!!!!!”

Becky does a quick march around the perimeter of the ring, basking in the cheers of the crowd.  I climb through the ropes and go to her.  She runs up to me and presses her body against me as we kiss to the delight of the bloodthirsty fight spectators.

“That little bitch was pathetic.  I want a FIGHT!”  She whispers into my ear and I know she will be leaving the red light on and her door unlocked in hopes of a worthy bedroom challenger.  We exit the ring and make out way towards her place while a couple mat girls rush into the ring to haul the destroyed Kori off to the hospital.  I suspect I will not be seeing the jobber for a little while.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of Becky’s blue cotton fighting panties and she wraps her arms around my waist as we make our way slowly to her apartment, stopping occasionally for a quick make out session.  Ordinarily I would have taken her into the Trophy Room at the JFR for a quick victory sex session, but Becky likes to stay horny when she is about to engage in bedroom battle.  I wonder who is going to show up to challenge her and if my curly haired blonde warrior will be up to it.

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5-4-2473 Cherize vs. Lana

Cherize vs. Lana

(Barbed Wire Fence Area)

5-4-2473:  We’ve been on our journey down the Zeldos river for almost a month and are getting pretty close  to an area called The Badlands, which is the last region of wilderness we will pass before getting into the outermost fringes of civilization that makes up the Greater Metro Green Tower City.  That is still a couple weeks away however and Cherize is spoiling for another death match so she challenges a Jungle Girl named Lana to take her on in the barbed wired fence ring.   

The fight turns out to be the end for Cherize, and Lana makes it very clear she intends to take me as a trophy, though she speaks very little English.  I take her aboard my watercraft and we spend a great deal of time celebrating her violent victory in my large bed.  After a couple hours she disappears back out into the jungle and I am alone again.  By the end of the day we have left the Jungle and are entering The Badlands, a rocky landscape with few signs of life. 

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4-1-2473 Cherize vs. Danielle

Cherize vs. Danielle

(The Harbor City Death Cage)

I’ve been in Harbor City for a couple weeks now and am getting ready to begin my journey down the Zeldos River towards Green Tower City.  First though I’m gong to witness the end of a short but intense rivalry between two of my favorite girlfriends, Cherize and Danielle.  Danielle I met in New Australia and brought with me to Harbor City, but she soon made enemies with a Harbor City regular named Cherize.  This morning they are going to settle the score for good.

“WELCOME TO THE HARBOR CITY DEATH CAGE!  TODAY WE ARE STARTING OUT THE FIGHTS WITH A SPECIEAL EVENT:  A ONE ON ONE FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!”

The crowd of women packed in around the large cage goes wild. 

“NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…IN THE BLACK PANTIES…DANIELLE!” 

The lithe blonde warrior strolls confidently into the fighting cage and goes to the opposite side, winking at me as she passes my cage side seat.  No further introduction is given and within seconds Cherize is making her way quickly towards the fighting cage.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE….IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND BOOTS OVER TIGHTS….CHERIZE!!!”  Having been in Harbor City for some time, Cherize gets a much bigger cheer than her opponent as she quickly walks down the aisle towards the small cage.  She glares menacingly at her blonde enemy.  She walks through the door which is immediately closed behind her and locked.  It will not be opened until one of the fighters is dead.  Both girls know to remain on their sides of the fighting cage until the bell is rung, and they  sneer at each other with unbridled contempt

Danielle is the first to speak.

“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet bitch?”

“YOU are the one who is about to find out I am the superior woman!”  Cherize responds

“HA!  Is that how you ended up unconscious the last two times we fought?” Sneers Danielle.

“You will find out soon.  This is your LAST fight you pathetic WHORE!!!”

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings the two female warriors sprint towards each other, meeting in the center of the cage in pr.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

They stand toe to toe pummeling each other with face and body blows. Blood splatter in all directions immediately.  Cherize and Danielle fight furiously, neither giving or taking an inch. 

THUD! THUD! THUD!  They reign punches into each other savagely.  The crowd goes wild.  This is an intense fight right from the beginning. 

THUD! THUD THUD! 

Finally with a moan from both combatants they fall into each other and grasp one another around the waist like long lost lesbian lovers.  There is of course, no love between these two, they are merely exhausted and near unconsciousness from the opening salvo of violent blows.  They gasp for breath, their bellies, crotches and breasts smashing together.  They moan and groan in pain and exertion.  Suddenly Cherize lifts Danielle off the ground with a nasty knee to the crotch.

“GLURP!!!!”  Danielle squawks and a fresh spray of crimson shoots from her mouth.  Instead of dropping she returns the favor with a knee to Cherize’s crotch.

“UNGH!”  Cherize grunts and they continue their grasping struggle for a few seconds before Danielle delivers another knee to the crotch.

THUD!  Cherize quickly returns the attak.

THUD!  Both girls continue grasping each other but their knees e a bit.  They stumble around the small caged in area and then exchange another round of knees to the crotch.

THUD! “UNGH!”

THUD! “UNGH!” 

Still they don’t fall but with their bodies pressed together they sway back and forth, and suddenly Danielle manages to work them towards the wall of the cage, slamming Cherize hard into the chain links with a loud crash that makes the whole cage rattle.  She quickly follows with another knee to the crotch.

THUD!!! 

“GLURK!”  Cherize spits out a glob of blood.  She releases her hold around the hblonde’s waist and swings her arm back, then arcs it forward, hand wide open.

CRACK!!!  The sharp sound of the stinging face slap reverberates around the venue.  Danielle is sent staggering backward, the left side of her face a bright pink.   Cherize takes a couple wary steps forward but drops to her knees at the same time Danielle drops to her butt in the dirt.  Both girls remain in place, panting from the exertion of the opening few minutes of the death match.  The crowd starts it’s familiar chant.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Cherize spits out a fresh globule of blood and suddenly starts to crawl quickly towards her foe.  Danielle scoots backward as fast as she can on her butt but the French girl soon overtakes her and pounces on her.

PLUD!!!! But Danielle brings a knee up just in time and Cherize takes it right in her already hurt womanhood. 

“OOOHHH!”  The black haired girl gasps in pin and her full body weight plops down onto the blonde, who quickly wraps her arms and legs around her attacker.  Cherize immediately grabs Danielle’s pony tail and wraps her own legs around the other girl’s waist.  Loud moans of pain and exertion fill the air as both girls desperately struggle for the advantage.  Their bodies writhe tightly together and they roll back and forth, first Cherize on top, then Danielle.  Then Cherize is on top again, then Danielle.  Cherize again rolls them over so she is on top, she scoots one knee forwards as she attempts to gain a straddling mount, but Danielle nails her in the chin with a weak but effective uppercut.

THUD!!!  Cherize sprays a fine mist of crimson up into the lights above her head and topples over backward.  Danielle has the advantage.  She quickly throws her body forward, trying to get a straddle mount herself, but Cherize rolls backward with her and extends her legs, flipping Danielle through the air and back first into the cage wall with a loud crash.  Danielle is in trouble!  Suddenly Cherize grabs her feet and yanks her roughly back onto the center of the fighting cage.  Danielle is gasping for air, trying to get her bearings.  She looks completely dazed.  Cherize stands up over her and brings a booted foot down hard into Danielle’s crotch with a loud splat.

“UNGH!!!!”  Danielle’s face is a mask of agony as she takes the nasty blow to her vagina.  She starts to curl up into a fetal opposition but Cherize quickly stomps her in the side of the head. 

THUD!!! 

Danielle’s arms and legs splay out limply.  She is unconscious and totally at the mercy of her enemy.  Cherize hops up slightly in the air and lands in a heavy straddle drop to her crotch.  Danielle twitches once upon impact but remains out cold.  Cherize has her!  She cocks her fist…..

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

Cherize’s fists are practically a blur as she punches her enemy in the face with lefts and rights, driving her fist down hard into Danielle’s upturned face with each savage blow.  Blood splatters in all directions and Danielle’s body jerks and convulses with each hit until finally her arms and legs splay out limply one last time. 

DING! DING! DING!

“WE HAVE A WINNER!!! WITH HER 19^th CAGE KILL……CHERIZE!!!!”

Cherize continues to straddle her finished off enemy, showing me and all the bloodthirsty girls in the arena her tight bulging little muscles.  After several minutes the cage is unlocked and I am allowed in to kiss the winner, who stands up, pulling the dead girl’s black cotton fighting panties off as she rises.  Then she places one bot in the middle of Danielle’s no longer beating chest and again raises her fists.  I move in to kiss the winner of the violent brawl.

The crowd cheers wildly and chants Cherize’s name as I put my arm around her and help her out of the fighting cage.  It was a decisive victory but by no means an easy win.  Danielle’s corpse is drug from the arena by two Death Cage slave girls in dirty white loin cloths.  It will be tossed unceremoniously into the alley behind the venue where it will be nothing more than a skeleton within days thanks to ravaging Muto dogs and Vultures; the ultimate and final humiliation for those who lose death matches in Harbor City.

Cherize and I go back to the hotel for a couple days for her to rest and recover, after which we plan to head down the river together; destination Green Tower City.

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CHERIZE

Cherize was born on 3-28-2449 in the Southern Alpines in a region that was once known as “France.”  She went to Academy there and fought for House Raven until graduation.  After that she fought on the Pro Circuit around the Alpine region before eventually heading to Harbor City where she gained a reputation for being a brutal fighter, making many kills in the notorious Harbor City Death Cage.  Upon the arrival of Ishmael in 2473 she hooked up with him and accompanied him down the river towards Green Tower City but was killed in one on one combat with Lana.

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4-4-2473

Princess Sword Battle

(Queensland)

4-4-2473 RIVER TRIP BEGINS

Cherize and I board my water craft and head down the river.  It is slow but pleasant going.  It will take us some time to get to the outskirts of Green Tower City, and there are a few interesting places to check out on the way.  Though I am excited about seeing this legendary hub of female fighting, I am really in no hurry.  We pass the time engaging in sex, and Cherize shows me videos of all the many fights she has been in, and tells me all about her story. She grew up in the Southern Alpine region, in an area that was once known as France.  (She still has a slight French accent, in fact.  There she fought on Team Raven all through Academy, and the black panties she wears as part of her fighting outfit are a remnant of her Academy uniform.  (All black haired girls in Academy are sorted into Team Raven if they wish to engage in team combat, and all wear black panties.  This is true in all areas governed by the New World Council, and also New Japan, though not entirely governed by the Council, conforms to this regulatory practice. Every twenty miles we have to pass through a series of locks that reduce our elevation substantially.  Though it is already spring and was no longer cold even in Harbor City, it become noticeably warmer as we descend, and before long the terrain on both sides of changes from windy grasslands to thick forest interspersed with prairies.  We are in an area Cherize calls “Queensland.”

4-4-2473:  We stop to observe a violent sword fight between two women partially clad in leather.  One kills the other and challenges Cherize to fight her over me.  Cherize knows nothing about sword play and challenges the girl to a fight to the death with bare hands.  She accepts and they agree to meet the next day in a clearing in the forest.

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(Author's Note: This is a commission I did a little over ten years ago.  I don't usually do weapons battles but I did a couple as paid commissions and later on integrated them into my over all Green Tower City Timeline.  Most of these off beat stories appear in the opening couple months of the timeline, and I plan to post them all in the next week or two.)