1-3-2479 Kendra vs. Suzie

 Kendra vs. Suzie

(The Junior Fight Ring)

I start my day out at The Junior Fight Ring, where rumor has it a promising new fighter from Madagascar is making her fighting debut in the very first match.  I get there a little early as usual, and am relaxing in my ringside seat enjoying my first of many White Russians when the overhead lights darken, indicating that the first match is about to get underway.  The crowd cheers.  The loudspeaker booms into life.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOMME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!”

 

Another cheer from the small sold out arena. 

 

“NOW ENTERING THE RING…IN THE BROWN PANTIES AND RIDING BOOTS….KENDRA!”

 

The brown skinned warrior woman strolls confidently down the aisle and walks over to me for the customary pre fight make out session.  Lately there has been a noticeable influx of Women of Color flowing into the city from all over the world, possibly inspired by my own presence in the city.  The thought makes me proud.  Kendra is a sexy young woman, and her hard muscles pressing against my body as I kiss her make me think she has probably been in quite a few scraps in her home land.

 

She dismounts me and climbs through the ropes, going to her corner for the rest of her introduction.

 

“KENDRA IS 21 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST PRO FIGHT!”

 

The young black woman gets a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. 

 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE MAGENTA PANTIES WITH PURPLE BORDERING….SUZIE!!!”

 

The crowd groans as the young blonde jobber runs down the aisle towards the ring.  She rarely wins a fight, but you have to admire her confidence.  She quickly runs over to me and hops into my lap, grinding her crotch against mine as we make out to the delight of the crowd.  Getting the girls horny before a fight always makes the battles that much more intense and the crowd loves it.

 

“I’m going to WASTE that nigger bitch for you baby!”  Suzie purrs as she climbs off me and hops into the ring.  The two young ladies begin to walk towards each other, but a stern look from the City Mod on the outside of the ring reminds them to remain in their corners until the bell is rung.

 

“SUZIE IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS…36 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”

 

“BOOOOO!!!!”

 

“HISSSSSSS!!!”

 

“YOU SUCK BITCH!”

 

Kendra displays no emotion as she calmly regards the younger blonde woman standing in the opposite corner.  Personally, I feel like Suzie is about to get hauled off to the hospital, possibly very quickly.  I’m looking forward to seeing what this newcomer can do.

 

DING! DING! DING!

And the two young girls CHARGE into the center of the ring. 

THUD!  Kendra immediately slams a fist straight into the bridge of Suzie's nose, sending her staggering backwards, blood spraying from her nose. 

"AUUGHHHHH!"  she wails and Kendra steps in and slugs her in the gut. 

PLUD!  Suzie drops face first to the canvas and curls into a fetal position.  Kendra swiftly snatches her long blonde ponytail and pulls her up to a squatting position. Then she knees her in the face. 

PLAP!  Suzie flops onto her back, splattering more blood across the gray canvas.  She goes limp.  SHE'S OUT!  Kendra stomps her in the crotch.

SPLUD!  Suzie lurches but then immediately goes limp again.  The black girl bends down and snatches her prey by each foot and drags her butt first across the canvas, spreading her legs apart at just the right angle, at which point she drops a knee straight into her unsuspecting crotch.

The hated blonde is immediately torn back into consciousness.  She lets out a yelp of agony and tumbles over, trying desperately to squirm away.  Kendra rises slowly over her clearly inferior foe. allowing her to squirm a few feet away, then suddenly lunges forward and grabs Suzie by the pony tail, yanking  her back to her feet.  

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING WHITE CUNT?  THIS IS A FIGHT!"  She slugs Suzie in the gut, sending her back into the ropes.  Suzie bounces off and flies straight back face FIRST into Kendra's swinging closed fist. 

THUD!  Suzie spits out a tooth as she flops onto her back and jerks violently. Kendra lunges forward and catches her with a savage flying boot to the face as she is already falling forward.  Suzie plops face first to the canvas, lurches once, then goes limp. Kendra is already raising her boot for a finishing stomp when the warning bell is FRANTICALLY rung. 

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

THUD!

The final stomp gets another quick reflexive jerk from the destroyed Suzie, and a bit more blood is splattered, but Kendra then raises her arms and presents her victory flex. 

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The Harmony Chronicles Chapter 4 Harmony's First Hiatus

 CHAPTER FOUR:   HARMONY’S FIRST HIATUS

Late in the afternoon I finally wake up from a deep sleep.  For a few minutes I wonder if the whole thing had been a dream, but I quickly realize I am in bed alone, and the room is still COVERED in blood from the long nasty battle. 

Harmony is going to be in the hospital for at least a week.   She expects me to be in bed with another woman when she returns.  Someone who will give her a good challenge. (Her words.)  I look about at all the blood permeating the pink carpet and make up my mind.  The carpet has got to go.  If my girlfriend wants to be a bedroom fighter, hard wood floors will be much easier to clean, and will hopefully help her dispatch her foes quicker, and not the other way around.

I spend the afternoon ripping up the carpet.  The floors underneath are in pretty good shape but need a quick buffing, so I go rent some equipment.  At the end of the day the floors are sparkling and clean.  I sleep alone for the first time since Misty beat my girlfriend to a pulp.  I go out for breakfast and then visit Harmony in the hospital.  She is once again in an induced coma, and already some of the bruising on her face and stomach is fading.  I sit by her for awhile but she is unaware of her surroundings so I begin to make my way down the road to Stillwell, the closest town. 

The small town we live near has only three fighting venues; the one at the High School where Harmony dispatched Ashley and two pro venues, one a dingy little hole in the wall called Maverick’s, and the other a slightly more upscale auditorium called “Fight Night.”  I need to find someone for Harmony to fight when she gets out of the hospital, so I figure this is a good place to start.

I watch numerous fights throughout the day, and at midnight a special Death Match is announced.  This is the fight I have been waiting for.  I have informed management that I will take home the winner of this fight if she will have me.  This news has increased the excitement level in the sold-out little venue substantially, and I am given a comfortable sort of throne to sit in next to ringside, in an otherwise standing room only venue.

The blood from the last fight is mopped up and then, after a long break in the action during which time I get myself another cocktail from the bar…the first combatant is announced!

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL FIGHT OF THE EVENING TO BEGIN!” 

A loud cheer goes up from the ladies surrounding the small squared circle.  I am the only male present tonight, which does not surprise me too much.  There aren’t many of us left in the world these days.

“THIS FINAL BOUT IS TO BE A GRUDGE MATCH…A FIGHT TO THE FINISH….A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”

A wild cheer goes up from the throng of women packed in around the small fighting ring. I look about and take a sip of my gin n tonic.

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE MUSTARD YELLOW PANTIES…..ANDREA!!!”

The door at the back of the club sides up and a young woman with long straight deep red hair in dark yellow panties strolls confidently down the aisle.  She is greeted with a mixture of cheers and boos. She ignores them, keeping her attention on me as she walks towards the ring.  She comes up to me and presses her body against me.  We kiss.  The crowd cheers.  She is CUTE.  My dick throbs in anticipation as she approaches me.

“I’m glad you came to watch me kill this sank.” She coos in my ear before tumbling under the bottom rope into the ring.  She hops up spryly and goes to her corner.

“ANDREA IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 37 WINS….14 LOSSES…AND 4 KILLS!”

Another mixture of cheers and boos.  Andrea crosses her arms and glares at the fighter entrance, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her opponent. 

“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING….HER OPPONENT….IN THE WHITE AND BUE STRIPED PANTIES…GIZELLE!” 

With this the door slides up again and another young woman walks down the aisle.  This girl has short blonde hair and along with her fighting panties she wears thigh high stockings. 

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WHORE!”  She howls as she quickly makes her way down the aisle. She sees me standing by the side of the ring and runs over to me, wrapping her arms around me and moving in for a make out session to the delight of the crowd.  Andrea glares at us from her corner, and then, right as I’m about to cum into my pants, she pushes off and climbs through the ropes.  For a moment the two young women look ready to spring into each other, but reluctantly remain in their corners.  There aren’t a lot for rules when it comes to these fights, but following the specific protocol of the fight venues is an absolute must for anyone who does not wish to die a quick and humiliating death at the hands of The Executioner, the mysterious masked women who preside over all legally sanctioned death matches.

Several minutes pass.  Venues such as this love to milk the excitement of the crowd as long as they can.  The tension in the packed room builds and builds, then…finally…

DING! DING! DING!

 

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The Harmony Chronicles Chapter 3: Revenge For Sister Ashley

 

CHAPTER THREE:  REVENGE FOR SISTER ASHLEY

Harmony leads me into the bedroom by the hand.  We walk through the threshold.  She turns and kisses me, pressing her body tight against me.  I feel the recently deceased Ashley’s panties brush along my bare back as Harmony puts her arms around me.  I run my fingers along the outline of her terrycloth fighting panties.  She moans with pleasure as she presses her mound against my hard member. 

“Let me hang my trophy up, then we are going to FUCK!”  She says and, grabbing a hammer and a couple nails out of the toolbox in the closet, tacks the cotton floral print panties on the wall over the headboard of our bed, making sure to leave room for many more kill trophies.  She puts the hammer away, rolls over and spreads her legs.  

Unlike our furious quick fuck back on the Fighting Mat, we take our time.  I work my way in and out of her slowly and gently for nearly half an hour, then suddenly begin pumping rapidly until we both let out a cry of joy as we cum together.  We lay in bed for a while, then she gets up to take a shower.  I join her after a few minutes, and we fuck again in the shower while the hot water cascades over us. 

She exits the shower and I remain for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the hot water over my body.  I have never felt this satisfied in my life.  I wonder how long it will be before my beautiful raven-haired girlfriend scraps again.   I step out of the shower and dry off.  When I go back to the bedroom, Harmony has tied her hair back and is relaxing on the bed in her fighting panties. 

“Come on, baby.  I want you inside of me again.”  She coos and I make my way over to her, already feeling my dick tingling with excitement.  Who knew seeing girls fight to the death could be so arousing? 

I climb onto the bed, and we start to make out. She wraps her legs around me and maneuvers me under her.  She reaches down for the waistband of her panties, getting ready to slip them off, and that’s when Beth strolls through the door.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”  The blonde pony tailed woman announces.  She has come prepared, wearing nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties while marching straight into the bedroom of her enemy.  Harmony dismounts me and adjusts her panties as she calmly walks towards the intruder.  

"Keep it hard for me baby, this won't take long"  she assures me.  

This is the Beth I have heard about.  The one Harmony supposedly defeated in fist fights multiple times all through high school.  The one whose little sister Ashley Harmony just killed.  I sit up on the bed, my dick THROBBING with excitement over the prospect of another catfight. 

“YOU JUST MADE YOUR LAST MISTAKE BITCH!”  Harmony howls as she closes the distance. 

“OOOH…I’M REALLY SCARED!”  Beth retorts sarcastically. They inch closer to each other.  Their hardened nipples are mere inches apart as their excited chests heave up and down.  I can feel the tension in the air like an electric current.

“YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!”

“YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR KILLING MY SISTER!” 

With this they step forward, actually pressing their breasts together as they glare into each other’s eyes and continue shouting.

“SHE WAS AN EASY KILL!  ALMOST AS EAST AS KICKING YOUR ASS OVER AND OVER ALL THOSE YEARS!”

“KEEP TALKING WHORE!  YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE!”

“ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME TO A DEATH FIGHT?”

“FUCK YES!”

My heart is now pounding.  I feel a mixture of horniness, fear and excitement.  This is almost unbearable.

Then the fight starts…

 

“YEAH!!!” Harmony howls victoriously as she keeps her foot placed on the back of the dead blonde’s head.  She has proven herself the superior woman again!  She holds the pose for several long moments, her ravaged breasts rising and falling as she sucks in deep breaths of air. 

I scan the room, looking t all the blood splattered all over the place.  This is way worse than the aftermath of the fight with Misty.  I begin to contemplate just getting rid of the pink shag carpeting and having just hard wood floors.

Suddenly Harmony staggers over to me.  She mounts me, pulling her panties down.

“Be gentle…That bitch got me pretty good a few times…” she whispers as she slowly lowers herself down the shaft of my raised flagpole.

“OOohhhhh….” She moans with pleasure, winces in pain for a second, then slowly slides the rest of the way down until our pelvises and bellies slap together.  I work myself slowly in and out of her, gently, carefully.  It does not take long for us both to explode cum and let out a loud moan of delight as we climax together.  Then she dismounts me and slips her panties back on before returning her attention to her vanquished enemy.

“Now I’m just gonna take the trash out.  Keep it hard for me baby, I’m gonna celebrate this bitch’s demise all night long!

With that she drags Beth’s body out the door, leaving a streak of blood behind.  She comes back holding the dead fighter’s pink cotton panties in her hand, to be added to the trophy wall at the head of our bed, right next to her dead little sister’s panties. 

TO BE CONTINUED...