The Club- Brothel Grudge Fight

**mcgoll** · January 21st, 2015, 01:14 AM

WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.

The Club Brothel- The Club's sex palace. Couches, cushions and red-tinted lighting. Any Club member looking to fuck goes to the brothel first, and usually last.

Any member can stay in the brothel, but it is also regularly staffed by plenty of sex slaves. Women who beg for mercy during a fight and were granted it are made a slave for six months, or indefinitely if in a death-match. Slaves can be kept by the victor or sold to the Brothel (indefinite slaves can also be executed at any time by the owner) for a decent amount of money.

Fights are common enough, women that fight for male amusement, for sexual dominance or just for the thrill of combat. Far, far less common though are death-matches, the brothel featuring far less than any other venue. This is because of the brothel owner.

Mistress Taylor- The brothel Madame, a vicious blonde. A long-time member who enjoys violence, sex and death more than anyone. Taylor started out as a simple brothel regular before winning the place in a death-fight with the previous mistress (the fight lasted three hours, the last two and a half were Taylor trying to torture a mercy plea from the enemy blonde).
Since she owns the place, Taylor gets to set the rules for the fights that take place in her ring. While Taylor doesn't care at all about regular matches, she takes a personal interest in fights to the death. Acting as a biased ref she is prone to ignoring when her favourite fighters cheat and has even assisted those she likes. Unfortunately for many women, Taylor's favour is fickle and she frequently switches who she helps mid fight.
Fun Fact: Taylor is heavily suspected of being complicit in the murders of at least dozens of fighters in her brothel. Discreetly disposing of the bodies of those killed in private matches.

Tonight's fight is a common enough type, a grudge match between two women that have been fucking the same man. The man in question, Paul, is a Club highroller. Unable (or unwilling) to choose between the two best fucks he's ever had, he had tonight set up to let them fight it out.

The Two Best Fucks He's Ever Had

Blair- An auburn haired fighter with a viciousness that nearly rivals Taylor. Blair isn't usually one to look for extended lovers and isn't impressed with Paul's money (Blair is rich due to her many, many wins), but she is very interested in once again killing in the brothel ring. Blair is one of mistress Taylor's few favourites, due to having sold her dozens of slaves and having already fought three death-matches in Taylor's ring.
Fun Fact: Blair likes to torture opponents in death-matches till they beg for mercy. When she has two slaves in that fashion she pits them against each other in a death-fight for her own amusement (sometimes even releasing the winner).

Lynn- A blonde brawler that regrets this fight not taking place in the boxing ring, where she is queen. Lynn has never fought in the brothel before, but honestly hopes Taylor tries to stop her killing Blair. Very rarely does Taylor step into the ring to help a favourite but if she does it tonight Lynn plans to make two kills and take control of the brothel herself.
Unlike Blair, Lynn actually wants Paul. She doesn't mind his sleeping around but hates that he spends so much time with Blair specifically.
Fun Fact: Lynn once won a boxing tournament, allowing her the title "Queen of the ring."

Paul couldn't decide who he wanted to win more. Blair in her thigh highs with a perfectly trimmed landing strip (and those leopard print heels he had seen her take off the body of "Layla the Leopard," a fighter known for her claw-like nails and fashion sense); or Lynn, in her bright red garters and thigh highs with her perfectly smooth crotch. Too late he wished he'd had a threeway with the two fighters, Lynn would have been willing and Blair might have agreed only to attack the blonde half way through.

The brothel ring was the smallest official venue around, the square wrestling ring took up the majority of the room it was in and what bleachers there were were more like stacked plush couches. While it technically seated fifty, almost two hundred men and women were packed in it to watch this veterans battle.

As set down in "Mistress Taylor's Whorehouse Rulebook" Paul entered first, climbing into the ring wearing nothing but black speedo briefs, to scattered applause.

Blair walked out of her ready room to instant cheering, all the men wanted to fuck her and all the women wished to fight her (a large portion of the women wanted to fuck her as well). She stepped up to the ring as Paul held the ropes apart for her, patting his evident crotch bulge as she slipped past him. Blair took her place in the blue corner while Taylor announced Lynn.

The applause Lynn entered to was no less fierce than Blair's. She stopped unexpectedly on her way to make out with several female fans in a row, passing from one woman to the next to the cheers of the crowd. When she finally made it to the ring Paul held the ropes apart for her like he had for Blair. Lynn leaned half-way through and slipped her fingers into his speedo, unleashing the cock that made the female audience members jealous.

The crowd's cheering couldn't get any louder as the blonde fighter slid her tongue along Paul's cock before taking it entirely into her mouth. So loud that Lynn couldn't hear Taylor (purposefully "forgetting" to use her microphone) declaring that with both fighters in the ring the fight was on.

Blair mercilessly advanced on her unsuspecting opponent. Grabbing Paul by the shoulders she yanked him backwards.

As Paul back-pedalled across the ring he let go of the ropes. The bottom ropes he'd had his foot on snapped up into Lynn's midriff as she fell face first into the mat. Lynn was balanced on either side of the taught middle cord, her ass hanging out for all to view, her face against the ground.

Blair stood grinning down at the surprised Lynn, who struggled to get up. She kicked off her heel before stomping on the blonde's back, driving her face once again into the mat. While she'd have enjoyed stabbing with her shoes, the last things Blair wanted was to either break the trophy or twist her ankle.

Standing outside the ring, Taylor watched as Lynn received two more crushing stomps to the back and shoulders. The tough little blonde kept trying to get back up though. Taylor appreciated such toughness, it reminded her of herself (if she was ever dumb enough to be in such a situation, which she wasn't) Stepping up to Lynn's kicking legs, Taylor grabbed a foot and shoved.

Blair stepped back as Lynn spilled into the ring. She wasn't surprised at what Taylor had done. The mercurial ref was always switching who she helped out. That and Taylor so rarely got death-fights in her own place she undoubtedly wanted this one to last. Blair was okay with taking her time destroying her foe.

Lynn didn't question her reverse of fortunes, she just struck out at Blair's legs, managing to hook an arm behind the brunette's knee and tear it out from under her.

Surprised at Lynn's resilience, Blair fell backwards onto her flawless ass. Lynn was immediately and literally at her throat, one hand on Blair's leg, the other tightening around her neck. Blair managed to lean back before Lynn could start putting any weight into her choke, but the vicious blonde was still moving.

Lynn tried to bring her free hand up to punch at Blair's face. Without cushioned gloves her boxing-honed punches could probably crack the brunette's skull inside of a minute. She was blocked when Blair clutched her wrist in a vice-like grip. Lynn could get no leverage, finding herself trapped around the waist by Blair's squeezing thighs.

Blair had a long history of crushing opponents with her legs, but even she'd be choked out by Lynn long before she crushed the air from the blonde's lungs. But she still had one hand free while Lynn didn't.

Lynn shrieked as Blair dug sharp fingernails into her right breast. All four fingers drawing blood almost instantly. The blonde didn't let go of Blair's throat though until the brunette's thumb sliced in under her nipple.

Blair let go at the same time Lynn instinctively grasped at her ravaged tit. When Lynn grabbed at her wounded boob Blair grabbed that wrist as well. Wrenching both arms out to the side, Blair grinned evilly as she focused on crushing Lynn's stomach and ribs.

Lynn lay tit to tit on top of Blair, her legs kicking ineffectually as the air was crushed out of her. As her vision blurred from the pain and lack of air she could see Paul standing in one corner, hard as steel while he watched Blair intently.

Blair didn't release her hold till almost a minute after Lynn went limp on top of her. Not until the blonde's body started to weakly spasm did she finally relax her legs. Throwing Lynn off, she angrily got to her knees. She'd expected cheers at this point, instead there was barely enthusiastic applause.

The crowd was hardly paying attention to her at this point. Focusing more on their own orgying, as well as on multiple less planned fights.

Taylor had at some point stopped even bothering to act as a ref. Instead she was standing over one of the minor fights, two brunettes fighting over a man.The two women fighting were known to hate each other and Taylor was hoping they would make death threats. If they did that she could declare it an official match.

Blair finally got Taylor's attention right after the brothel Mistress got what she wanted from the brunettes. She dragged Lynn's mumbling form over to the edge of the ring, placing the blonde's legs over the bottom rope and spreading them apart she had a whispered talk with Taylor before the now excited Mistress rushed off.

With Taylor leaving like that the crowd started to get more interested in what was going on it the ring. They cheered when Blair used one of Lynn's own leggings to tie her hands together before forcing them up. Blair seated her ass down on Lynn's bloody tits and beckoned Paul to finally come over.

Taylor returned with her bouncer. An outrageously tall man named Gordon. At nearly eight feet tall and still disproportionately well hung Gordon was one of the few people likely to be able to break up an unwanted fight between literally any of the Club's Members (Taylor paid him in both money and a steady supply of sex-slaves busty enough to tit-fuck him).

Taylor climbed into the ring, taking her place back-to-back with Blair. While Gordon was too big to actually fuck any normal woman, Taylor was going to see how far he'd get with Lynn.

Blair slid down from her perch, wedging her wet pussy over Lynn's face, making sure to lift up occasionally to not kill her, yet. It was hard to ignore her natural impulses to go for the kill when she got Paul's cock in her hands, then her mouth.

Taylor guided her bouncer's monstrous cock. Even with her widening the way and coaxing him along they didn't get very far. Barely five inches in it was clear that Lynn couldn't be stretched any further apart.

When Lynn woke up her screams were muffled by Blair's soaked cunt. Her hands pinned to the floor and Taylor's weight on her mid section there was nothing she could do. She couldn't breathe and her pussy felt like it was being torn in half.

Blair stopped letting her opponent have air. Pressing her crotch down she couldn't help but cum in Lynn's gasping mouth.

When Lynn stopped struggling, Taylor noticed what was going on and pushed Gordon away. He was almost instantly double teamed by a pair of blonde sisters. Her vicious nature took over after that and she dug her nails into Lynn's tender crotch.

Paul had already cummed in Blair's mouth. As Lynn made her last twitches he shot another load over Blair's blood covered tits.

Taylor held up Blair's hand in triumph. The victory photo showing a smiling, cum and blood covered Blair still sitting on her dead foe's face.

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Blair only stayed with Paul for a couple weeks before moving onto the next guy. Although she kept a key to his apartment so she could randomly ambush his lovers.