The Club- Blowjob Ambush

[mcgoll]

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.

This story is heavily influenced by one or more of the Monica stories, which I am personally a big fan of.

The Club brothel has but one bouncer, a monstrously large man named Gordon. Considering the average Club member sadistically enjoys combat and rarely fears death, his job would be practically impossible for anybody else.

Aside from a standard wage, Gordon is allowed a nearly endless supply of brothel slaves to get him off in any way they can. The women able to properly fuck him being uncommon at best (over the years there have been a few, but Amazons like that typically lead short, violent careers).

Today though he isn't dealing with slaves. Today yet another Club member is attempting to beat the record for getting Gordon off, alone. If she manages to, her photo replaces the previous record setter above the bar and, more importantly, she'll be allowed free access to the brothel's many pleasures.


Jenna- A feisty blonde brawler, Jenna is once again trying to beat the current record of thirty-five minutes. The buxom blonde actually held the record herself until a month ago, she immediately challenged the new record holder to a death match and killed the woman in the brothel ring. Jenna is a fan of the tit-smother, frequently finishing off opponents off with the humiliating hold. Currently though she is using those same dangerous boobs to titfuck Gordon's massive cock. With thirty minutes gone and her breasts slick with sweat and pre-cum, Jenna is working hard to reclaim her lost position as record-holder.
Fun Fact: Jenna doesn't like killing strangers, preferring to humiliate opponents in regular fights before killing them later in grudge matches.

Gordon was having trouble holding back. Jenna had plenty of experience with him, and thinking of her recent fight over him didn't help either. Picturing Jenna strangle the current (if dead) champion nearly made him explode five minutes before Jenna's deadline. If she was going to beat the record, he would be sure she earned it.

With a minute to go, Jenna worked as fast as she could, she could feel the mounting detonation coming. Completely absorbed in her task she didn't hear the door behind her opening.

Gordon was a step away from blowing his load when the door swung open, drawing his attention enough to keep the orgasm at bay. Only he and the brothel matron had the key so he was understandably surprised when somebody else stepped noiselessly through the doorway. Topless, but wearing her favourite leopard-print panties and black leggings.


Blair- An auburn haired fighter with a particular grudge against Jenna. Blair doesn't care about the record, she frequently pleasures Gordon for fun, not profit. Knowing Jenna would be in private today she waited for the blonde to tire herself out before entering, using the key she got from Taylor, the brothel Madam. She had to promise Taylor all of her current sex slaves for this one chance at Jenna.
Fun Fact: Blair had eight slaves, one of which she spared in a deathmatch. Such slaves can be executed by their owner at any time. Taylor however wants the woman for herself.

Gordon knew why Blair was there. Any member would.

Two weeks before, Jenna and Blair had fought a private match. Private in that there was no crowd, it was watched on video by practically the entire Club. As such the entire club witnessed Blair's loss.


Blair was overpowered, tit smothered into unconsciousness, and sexually humiliated in front of (and by) her lover. Jenna tied Blair down before fitting herself with an excessively large and knobbed strap on. Subjecting Blair to a painful variety of positions, most easily considered torture. But with no ref or rules, Jenna was free to do whatever she wished short of killing the brunette.

The timer rang out, followed immediately by Jenna's swearing. By the rules, she wouldn't be allowed another chance for a month, in that time some other bitch might beat the record.

Blair walked slowly and quietly across the room, never taking her eyes off the back of Jenna's head.

Jenna jacked Gordon off without enthusiasm now, although she didn't know why he'd suddenly cooled off. She looked up at him only to notice he wasn't even paying attention to her any more. Before she turned to look at what now gripped his attention though, she felt him stiffen as he always did before orgasm.

Two things happened simultaneously.
Blair reached down and violently yanked at Jenna's blonde hair, dragging her backwards in surprise and pain.
Gordon erupted, blasting his load directly into Jenna's face, even shooting it over Blair's uncovered tits as she pulled Jenna back.

Blair slammed a fist downwards, so hard that Jenna crashed to the floor. A few blonde hairs were still clutched in Blair's other hand. The brunette followed up with several kicks to the downed woman's ribs before backing off.

Jenna wiped cum from her eyes and blood from her lip as she groggily raised into a kneeling position. She was disoriented and confused, believing at first that Gordon had, without reason or precedent, attacked her himself.

After a few steps charge, Blair's knee collided with Jenna's jaw.

The blonde's head snapped back as she was thrown, tits up, to the floor. Everything went black and she didn't stir for several minutes.

When Jenna finally came to, she was laying right where she'd landed, spread eagle on the ground. She slowly got back up, blinking and trying to rub the tried cum out of her eyes.

Blair sat on Gordon's lap, absently stroking his still hard cock as she hungrily watched Jenna come around. When she judged the blonde ready enough she left Gordon with a kiss and went to stand between her victim and the door.

Jenna mumbled as she shakily stood up, "You bitch, I'd kill you in a fair deathmatch."

Blair laughed back before responding, "Guess we'll never see if that's true then." She grinned sadistically before adding, "Whenever you're ready, let's get this unfair deathmatch going."

Jenna shrieked in anger as she charged the smiling brunette. She wanted to claw Blair's eyes out, then she wouldn't be smiling so much.

Blair met the charge head on. Grabbing Jenna's outstretched hands, one by the wrist, the other by interlocking fingers, she slammed her whole weight against the oncoming woman.

Gordon stood up to get a better view as the pugilistas smashed together before falling to the ground. Jenna screaming hatred, Blair laughing.

Blair immediately got the upper hand, driving an elbow into Jenna's already pounding head. When that stunned the blonde she followed up with slamming her open palm up under the woman's chin.

Jenna's teeth clacked together a her jaw was forced shut. She was pushed back an arms length, before Blair once again punched her in the face.

As Jenna slumped over, Blair clambered to get on top. Kneeling over the dazed blonde, the brunette dragged her hated foe into a sitting position by her hair. Blair drove her knee into the woman's already bruised ribs, gripping Jenna's hair to keep her from falling over too soon. She dealt a few more (almost literally) rib-shattering knee blows before once again getting up and retreating as the blonde recovered.

Jenna spat blood and whimpered, curling up on the floor. Injured as she was she didn't stay that way for more than a few seconds. Blair wouldn't wait forever and Jenna knew it.

The blonde raised to her knees, looking around dazedly to find her tormentor. Blair, the bitch, wasn't even paying attention. Standing far back, wrapped in Gordon's arms, not even worried that Jenna might attack.

Blair was right not to worry. Jenna first crawled before managing to stand up, heading for the door. Stumbling, she made the dozen steps and slumped against the crimson door.

The door was locked from the outside.

Jenna hadn't even known it could lock from the outside. But she didn't have long to think about it as Blair smashed, shoulder first, into her back a second later.

Blair flattened the unsuspecting and dismayed woman. The brothel's red colouring helped cover up the new bloodstain Jenna's face made against the locked door.

As the defeated blonde started to fall over, Blair slammed her in the shoulder. Twisting Jenna around and smashing her back to the wall. Pushing an elbow up under the blonde's chin, Blair was face to face and tit to tit with the blonde.

Blair laughed in Jenna's face. "Dumb whore, you'd have had your fair fight if you'd challenged me while I was in the hospital." It was true, after brutally fucking and even more brutally beating Blair, Jenna had made no mention of a challenge. Had Blair received a grudge-fight challenge while still injured, she would have accepted without thinking.

Jenna tried to throw a punch but was immediately shut down. Blair using her free hand to catch her by the wrist. After ramming Jenna's arm painfully against the wall, Blair raised a knee up into Jenna's tender crotch. Hitting so hard the blonde was raised to her tip toes.

Blair still didn't let Jenna fall over. Pinning her throat hard enough to keep her standing despite the succession of knee strikes to the cunt. Letting go of the blonde's slack wrist Blair started punching in between each devastating knee lift.

A punch to the face.
Two to the tit.
Another two to the face.
Finally an elbow to the temple knocked the broken blonde to the ground.

Blair stomped on Jenna's back, not that she was trying to get up. "I didn't think you'd fall for the locked door trick, that was all Taylor. But that was the funniest shit I've ever seen." She followed up with a vicious kick that actually did shatter ribs. A wet crunch followed by a low moan from the blonde lump.

Jenna offered no resistance against Blair dragging her by the hair across the room.

Lifting Jenna up was surprisingly easy, considering she was limp. Blair stood the unconscious and groaning blonde up against a dresser.

Opening a drawer at chest height, Blair looked in and stopped. It was Gordon's victory photo collection, the top three were of Blair.

The first was her initiation fight. Blair, bloody but ecstatic, kneeling over a petite asian woman in the cage. Blair wished she could go back and redo that fight, at the time that asian fighter had seemed so dangerous, now she was sure she could kill the bitch in under five minutes.

The second was Blair, uninjured, standing proudly in the same room she was in now. It was a private match she'd fought just for Gordon over a year ago. While the blood covered blonde at her feet survived the fight, Blair had killed her a month later in a grudge fight. The top-heavy blonde had made a huge mistake in challenging Blair.

The third was one of her most spectacular. She was in the ring, barely able to stand, but defiant to be on top. Blair had one foot triumphantly placed on two busty redheads, piled tits up on each other. Blair's famous two on one death match against a pair of twins. She'd choked one to death while her sister watched, screaming. Then viciously beat the grieving twin on the turnbuckle five minutes later.

Blair looked back at Gordon, "I always knew I was your favourite." She smiled before closing the drawer.

Dragging Jenna over to a different dresser, Blair ripper the top drawer open. Finding it full of underwear (trophies from Gordon's sexual conquests) she grinned and went ahead with her original plan.

Forcing Jenna's tits into the open drawer, Blair slammed it shut, prompting fresh screams from the now awake blonde. Blair didn't stop, picking up speed as she ferociously slammed the drawer again and again.

Blood spattered the pile of underwear, Gordon found he didn't care.

Jenna was once again unconscious, pale from blood loss. Blair slowly opened the drawer and let the blonde fall backwards. Heavily thudding to the ground, motionless.

Blair urged Gordon to get out his camera. One picture for her, one for him.

The newest edition to Gordon's collection would quickly become his favourite.

Blair, uninjured, sitting on the face of an unrecognisable blonde. Squeezing swollen, bloodied tits between her thighs. She pressed her own tits together and shot a come-hither look at the camera. Even if anybody ever found these pictures, they'd never be able to prove it was Jenna beneath her.

Blair's look was not just for the camera. As soon as Gordon put the camera down Blair was on him. Pulling him by his massive cock back to Jenna, who despite the victory photo was still shallowly breathing.

Gordon couldn't fuck Blair, he would never fit, even if she wasn't so tight and excited. Instead she pressed her blood-slick thighs together and he squeezed between them.

Blair was down on all fours, choking Jenna to death as Gordon humped her from behind. As Jenna's throat was crushed with a wet gurgle he blew his load. Covering both women's tits from beneath. He could feel a warm rush as Blair simultaneously came hard, moaning in ecstasy at her victory.

Blair raised up, slicking her sweaty hair back with blood and cum covered hands. Patting a limp Gordon on the thigh she did her best to look back at him. "So, want to take a shower?"