The Club-Brothel Grudge Match II (Part II)

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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 first part of the grudge can be found here

Blake Vs. Pandora

The Club brothel was packed, not that the small venue could seat as many members as wanted to be there. Three things people loved were a brothel match, a fight between veterans and a classic grudge kill. All three were sure to be seen tonight.

Blake, the redheaded lover of Edmond was to face off against his longtime mistress, the blonde Pandora. Having spent a year together, whichever fighter wins will marry the overly lucky man. Grudge matches with this level of history are rare, even in the Club.

The crowd filed in to the entertainment of watching a pre-show fight. Four brothel slaves wrestling in the ring. The winner would be released from her servitude, so even though they were forbidden from throwing punches or kicks, the fight was exceptionally violent.

The slave fight lasted only fifteen minutes, the victorious blonde being publicly released for all to see. To the dismay of nobody, the first slave to be choked unconcious was found to be dead, having been inadvertantly smothered when an unconcious brunette was dropped tits-down on her face. No-one would face punishment for the "accident" even though most (correctly) assumed that the victor had dropped the brunette there on purpose.

With that excitement done, the victor walked out, her unconcious opponents were carried and the lone body was unceremoniously dragged by other slaves. The brothel Madam herself entered the ring to announce the main event.

Typically in brothel matches, the man being fought over entered first, helping his lovers through the ropes. Tonight though, Madam Taylor announced the first fighter without sharing the ring.

Even surprised at the irregularity, Pandora was proffesional enough to enter when her name was announced. Wearing a short robe she walked out into the small crowds thunderous applause. Being more commonly seen in the ring, she didn't doubt she had more fans than Blake. The blonde heard many encouraging shouts of "Kill her!" and the more specific calls for her to "Smother the bitch!"

Taylor held the ropes apart for Pandora to step through easily, her large bust didn't even skim the bottom ropes. When the crowd had quieted down, Pandora tore her robe off in one swift motion, tossing it into the bleachers over her shoulder as the noise built up again. Her outfit was a typical white one-piece, however made of a stretchy see-through material that few members would wear to a deathmatch. The fabric was stretchy and unlikely to snap, which made it a perfect noose, potentially disastrous to wear.

After Pandora had had her minutes, Taylor announced Blake and Edmond together. Before anyone had time to question why Ed was included in the announcement, the lights dimmed and all of the main-rooms televisions turned on to the same thing. A live feed of Blake's ready room, where she was currently screwing Ed against the changing lockers.

There were plenty of cheers for the audacious redhead. She wore pantyless black lingerie with full garters and thigh-highs as she rode up and down along the length of Edmond's cock. The brothel was filled with the sounds of their combined groans and the clatter of metal lockers.

With their mutual orgasm, the videofeed cut out and the light came back up, everyone clearly seeing how enraged Pandora was by the spectacle. Barely a minute later, Blake walked out, leading Ed by the hand. With both Ed and Taylor holding the ropes, Blake was into the ring in moments. Further angering to her blonde rival, the crowd was practically giving Blake a standing ovation for the masterful insult.

When the cheers had finally died down Taylor took her place center ring. Pointing to each fighter in their respective corners, she ordered them to prepare themselves. As one they pulled their tops down. Pandora's stretchy one-piece strained under the massive bust, making her already firm tits all the more impressive to look at. Blake merely loosened her black bra, letting it slip to her middle without removing it. As previously agreed, there would be no final face off, just tits out followed by the bell.

The bell itself was in the possession of Blake's own daughter Brandi, sitting in the front row on the lap of Ed's son Damian. Their redheaded lover Tessa had graciously agreed to go down on the both of them so they didn't need to take their eyes off the fight. Having been warned by both Taylor and Blake when exactly to ring the bell there was no chance of Brandi trying to start the fight prematurely in Blake's favour. Her mother might be disappointed in her lack of faith, Taylor would torture her to death (the Madam never allowed anyone but herself to interfere in fights).

When the bell rang, both women charged forward with equal screams of hatred. Taylor took one step to the side, wanting to watch as up close as possible. She got her wish when the topless fighters smashed into one another with enough force that she felt the air move.

Pandora's greater weight threw them in her favour. Falling more to the side, the blonde wound up on top. Her advantage was mostly nullified by the madly thrashing Blake, it was immediately obvious that the redheaded bitch had sharpened her nails as Pandora felt like tiny razors ere tracing along her shoulders and back.

Blake had indeed sharpened her nails to a far greater degree than usual, in any other venue it would have been caught and prevented, but Taylor had just laughed at the viciousness of it. She had also considered wearing spiked heels but seeing that Pandora would be barefoot had made her rethink it. While she'd have immensely enjoyed spearing the blonde's areola with a well placed kick, she'd prefer being able to meet a head on charge with proper balance.

The redhead grabbed Pandora by the shoulder, nails digging in past the first layers of skin. Shoving with all her might she managed to lift the blonde off for just a moment. Both women used the gap to throw a punch. Pandora's drove Blake's head into the mat while Blake's own uppercut smashed the blonde's jaw with enough force to knock her off.

Both women rolled to their knees, glaring at one another, but more wary since their first lockup produced no clear advantage. Keeping their eyes on one another they slowly raised to their feet and started circling.

In the crowd there were shouts for them to attack, fans of either fighter were impatient. So early in the fight everyone wanted to see brutality.

There were gasps and laughter from the crowd as Taylor interrupted the pacing. The Madam drove her spiked red heel into Pandora's thigh. It had been months since she had interfered with a match and nobody had seen it coming.

As Pandora screamed in pain and fell to the side, Blake pounced on her. The redhead's knee collided with the blonde's massive bust, blasting the pained woman on to her back.

Blake, sensing how quickly she might end this, once again uppercut the blonde as she tried to rise. Knee dropping onto the tight stomach beneath her the prepared to pin her rival for the big finish.

Taylor had gone into this ring deciding to not choose sides (although she let Blake sharpen her nails, and set up the "pre-fight film" to really make the already tense grudge all the more personal). She'd only attacked Pandora to get the fight started again, not to end it. She realized that maybe she had helped too effectively.

Blake had just managed to pin one of Pandora's flailing hands when she herself screamed in pain. Taylor, deciding to repay Pandora for the previous deception, had grabbed Blake's red hair with both hands and wrenched her head back.

The supposedly impartial referee smashed her knee into Blake's ear, throwing her off the desperate Pandora.

The crowd was caught up in the violence going on in the ring. Bloodlust cheers went up as both women quickly recovered enough to lock up on their knees. Pandora punched Blake in the head as the redhead dug her nails in deep under a bruised tit.

Taylor finally backed off, her handiwork done, instead she fluffed Ed in preparation for whatever end. He'd want to be at full attention when the victor was ready to make the kill.

The pugilistas hammered one another with blows, Pandora using one hand to punch at Blake while the other tried to remove the claws tearing at her bloody breast. For each punch she threw out at Blake's own breasts and injured ear she received an equal blow to the head, most of which were the redheads signature uppercuts. The blonde had so much blood in her mouth that she had to spit it out just to breathe.

Blake finally let go of Pandora's ruined right tit, instead surprising the bitch with a sudden left hook to the heavily injured jaw. Her own head was pounding, between Taylor's knee and Pandora's fists she probably had a concussion. But it was all worth it when her opponent's eyes glazed over and she teetered on her knees.

Taylor clapped excitedly as her favoured fighter half stood up. Grabbing blonde hair in each hand, Blake slammed Pandora's face down as she raised her knee up. The connecting blow sprayed blood out to either side as nose crunched against leg bone. The Madam took stock of the surrounding crowd, many small fights had started up and she wanted to make sure that she didn't miss the chance to officially make any of them deathmatches.

Blake didn't want her romantic rival making a comeback, as such she once again drove her knee up into the whimpering blonde mess slumping beneath her. Sure that Pandora was good and unconscious, she shoved her to the mat, bloody face and tits to the ceiling.

***

When Pandora came back to conciousness it was due to repeated light slaps to the face, each one started the pain in her shattered nose all over again. Her arms were stretched above her head as she was trapped back against the turnbuckle. Madam Taylor was not so gently waking her up with slow open palm smacks to the cheek.

The blonde was naked, her wrists tied to the outside of the ring by her own one piece. Aside from Taylor the first thing she saw was Blake, ringcentre with her lover. The redhead, stripped down except for the garters and leggings, was kneeling before him, slowly running her tongue along the length of his massive shaft, she never once took her eyes off Pandora's.

Seeing her doomed rival was finally awake, Blake got up and calmly walked over to her. Taylor once again only backing up enough to be just out of the way. She casually asked the beaten blonde "Ready to beg for mercy?"

Pandora's response was an immediate and defiant "Fuck you!" Made difficult over all the blood in her mouth and crushed nose.

Blake nodded then reached down without hesitation, "Maybe this will change your mind." She grabbed Pandora's unravaged tit in both hands and dragged her nails across the soft pale flesh, leaving deep red furrows. Those in the crowd that had started paying attention to many of the minor fights that had broken out suddenly looked back at the ring as Pandora's scream echoed around the room.

The scream changed pitch when Blake's sharp fingers found Pandora's unprotected pussy. Coughing blood and wailing the blonde felt her sex being destroyed. The only words heard were Pandora swearing (somewhat unrealistically) to kill Blake.

Blake finally stopped when it became clear she wouldn't get the begging she'd wanted. Not that she intended to slave Pandora anyway. If the blonde had begged, the mercy she'd have received would be to be dead already.

Looking down at the destroyed woman, Blake wished she lived in the Club's ancient beginnings. Back then it was common for the winners to hack off trophies from defeated opponents. Maybe it was time to bring some of that back.

Pandora's whimpering turned back to a shriek as Blake's teeth closed around her right nipple. She could feel the redhead sawing back and forth through the titflesh even amongst the overall pain her breasts had endured.

After a minute, Blake spat out the bloody nipple to the side, immediately going after the left nipple in the same way. Pandora's blood covered her mouth and breasts a she tore away with her mouth. She had it off in seconds and spit it to land by the first (She'd later have the nipples cleaned and sprayed with a preservative).

Pandora finally screamed out for mercy.

Blake waved Ed over and leaned forward, shaking her ass invitingly, licking her blood covered lips in anticipation. The redhead knew of her man's love of titsmother finishes, but rarely did them herself, tonight was special enough to warrant it though. His first thrust found the spot with practised ease, sliding fully into her drenched hotbox. Blake's tits were rammed right into Pandora's pleading face.

Ed was so hard it was agony, he hadn't been this turned on since the night Blake killed Wendy (Although the times Wendy had nearly killed Blake had been about the same). With every few thrusts he felt a fresh explosion from Blake, covering him with her steaming bloodlust.

Blake's head was pressed awkwardly into the turnbuckle, he injured ear rubbing against fabric, but the feel of her tits pressing against Pandora's shattered nose made it worth it. Keeping the smothered blonde's face covered was difficult while riding a continuous orgasm, but somehow she managed. When the death buzzer finally sounded Blake had her biggest orgasm yet, from the feel of it, so did her new husband. They collapsed to the floor of the ring, gasping for breathe as they recovered from the rabid fucking.

While there were hundreds of photos and all angles of video showing her victory, Blake's official victory photo showed her holding an untied Pandora up by the hair. Gripping Ed's engorged cock in her other hand she proudly thrust her blood covered chest towards the camera. The message was clear, this was the fate of anyone who tried to get between her and Edmond. She later hung a framed copy of the picture on her bedroom wall, right next to a similar photo of another dead blonde that thought to fight her for Ed.

***
Various Fun Facts
-Taylor managed to set up three deathmatches aside from Blake's. With the dead slave, Pandora and those three, five members were killed by Blake's grudge in a single night.
-Had Wendy won her match with Blake she would have been killed by Pandora in this same style of match a year later.
-Had Wendy illegally killed Blake the night before their match, or any of the other times they fought, she would have killed Pandora over a year ago.