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.
***Taking place years before the Mother/Daughter Grudge Matches, before Ed's hunt for the greatest, or at least the most deadly, lover.***
The Club actively encourages it's female Members to fight over the male Members (all the better if it's to the death), some of the most profitable matches are grudge fights after all. It does not however, encourage fighters to kill each other away from a camera. And it especially does not encourage multiple Members to fight in a mini death-tournament away from an official camera. That however hasn't stopped four Members from agreeing to do just that.
The man being fought over today, by the name of Edmond, had been a Member for many years. Like many male Members, he rapidly moves from lover to lover. Having found four women willing to fight for him, he has orchestrated to get them together in one room. None of them caught unaware by the highly illegal deathmatches brewing, he managed to even set of ground rules for the combat to come.
Rules would be more or less standard for a four woman tournament. Three fights, the first two back to back, then the third after a short break. No foreign objects (with some limited exception, more on that later), no time limits, no mercy.
The Combatants:
Blake- The redhead in blue, Blake is still a new fighter, hardly the deadly warrior she will later be known as. A excitable and ambitious newcomer, she is still not thrilled about the prospect of fighting twice in a row against women she's never even seen before. Despite that she is still fairly confident that she will come out on top, of her opponents and Ed.
Fun Fact: Blake holds the record for shortest unarmed initiation match, with the first punch crushing her opponent's windpipe five seconds after the bell.
Holly- The brunette in purple, Holly is only a week newer than Blake to being a Member. She made it into this tournament due entirely to her expertly sucking Ed off at a brothel orgy. A boxing enthusiast, she has no defeats to a surprisingly high number of wins in her few months of Membership. While Ed usually sleeps with true combat veterans, he hopes Holly is just unproven, not incapable.
Fun Fact: Holly hasn't been in a death-match since joining the Club, although she frequently fights non-lethally at the brothel. It was during a pre-orgy match that she caught Ed's eye.
Kimberly- The blonde in white, a veteran fighter that unexpectedly forced her way in to the tournament. Originally Edmond had used the Club brothel to contact a busty purple-haired fighter he'd been watching for some time. Kim overheard the two quietly discussing the tournament and decided she wanted in. Ed was woken up the next morning to Kim sucking him off, and his purple-haired lover dead on the floor having been smothered in her sleep. A dirty fighter, Kim is none-the-less a dangerous opponent in a stand-up fight and is wisely feared for the wicked amount of punishment she can take in a fight.
Fun Fact: Kim spent years on the outskirts of the Club. Finally joining recently when she felt the authorities were getting close to finding her guilty of illegal death-match fighting. Her official fight record is small as she still prefers private fights against non-members.
Tiff- The blonde in green, Tiffany is actually the one who gave Edmond the idea for this mini-tournament. As he remembered having seen her fight a very similar one soon after joining the Club. Although she lost that tournament (only it's final fight was to the death, she was knocked out in the first round by the fighter who would quickly be dispatched a few minutes later), Tiffany has made up for that loss in the year since, becoming a celebrated cage fighter. Well used to endurance fighting, she enters this tournament without reservation, this one will be different.
Fun Fact: Tiff gained Edmond's undivided attention after killing one of his favourite lovers during a threesome. Choking the unsuspecting woman from behind with an extension cord.
With couches shoved back against the walls and a blue fighting mat laid out, Ed's living room almost looked like a professional venue. Three couches faced the center of the mat, Edmond on the center couch, the waiting fighters on the other two.
The first two matches would begin in "Full Dress," panties, garters and bra. For the last match it didn't matter, although Ed hoped it would be topless at least. In addition, the fighters were encouraged to wear any kind of heels or leggings as they so desired. Each woman opted for short combat heels, to give kicking power, but only Kim wore leggings, white like her lingerie.
Blake Vs. Holly
Ed claimed to have chosen the fights randomly. But since his favoured match-up is blonde on blonde combat, he set up Tiff to go head-to-head with Kim. Leaving Holly and Blake to face off first. This suits Blake just fine as she would prefer her first match being against the rookie fighter. Holly herself is thrilled because it means she for sure gets to kill Blake, who's short carear is already catching attention.
Blake stood with her back to Ed, not looking back at him to avoid looking weak or worried. She kept her eyes firmly on Holly, standing eight feet away, not even glancing over at Tiff when the blonde taunted her, "Don't draw this out too long, honey. The longer you take killing the other rookie, the longer I take punishing you for wasting my fucking time."
Unlike Ed and Tiff, Kim was impatient for the first fight to be over. She didn't care who won the fight, all these bitches would soon be dead anyway. Although the sooner it was ended, the sooner she could get her hands on her own less chesty opponent. Tiff's threats to Blake made Kim want to torture the woman all the more.
While Ed enjoyed watching the pre-fight insults as much as the next spectator, he could tell that neither Blake nor Holly were into it. He counted down from five, Tiff joined in at three, at one he struck a small bell he'd bought just for the occasion. Tiff excitedly yelled, "Fuck her up!" at no particular fighter. The blonde may have wanted to face Blake herself, but she'd like to see the redhead wounded first.
At the bell, Holly skipped forward, hands up in a boxers stance. She'd watched Blake fight before and planned to outbrawl the dangerous redhead. More to prove to herself that she could do it than to impress Ed, she didn't need to impress him when she'd be the only living woman in the room soon enough.
Blake stalked forward, hands up in an equal stance to the approaching Holly. When the plucky brunette made her first swing, Blake casually ducked back, feeling the air move as Holly's fist met nothing but air.
Ed winced in sympathy as Blake return shot her knee right into Holly's crotch. The look of surprise and pain on the brunette's face told him she hadn't seen it coming, too busy paying attention to Blake's fists.
As Holly's legs buckled, Blake grabbed her by the hair. Wrenching the brunette's head back, she yanked her down to her knees, head pulled back at an awkward angle. Holly fought back despite the blow to her crotch, swinging her arms wildly at the determined redhead.
Blake got a full wind up before smashing her fist down into Holly's screaming mouth. The brunette slammed into the mat, leaving Blake holding nothing but strands of brown hair. In return, Holly had torn Blake's top. With a casual shrug Blake let the shredded blue material fall from her back, it's not like she had planned on wearing it for long anyway.
Holly groggily tried to get back up, only to be hauled up by her own purple bra. The already stretched straps snapped when Blake, leaning over her foe, delivered another full power punch to the brunette's jaw. Holly spat up blood as Blake dismissively tossed the destroyed lingerie away.
With both fighters now topless, and his personal favourite clearly in control, Ed was at full arousal. He motioned over Tiff. The blonde looked just as excited as him, although if it was because of the bloody spectacle or because she wanted to get her hands on Kim he didnt know.
Blake flipped Holly over, taking satisfaction when the wimpering brunette's tits slapped against the mat. Taking an ankle in each hand, she lifted the woman up by the feet. The redhead's blue shoe swung backwards, before driving fast into Holly's already bruised pussy.
Holly wailed in pain as her legs kicked spasmotically, but she couldn't break Blake's hold. The second and third blows were weaker but did more damage, Blake striking quickly without windup. Holly's legs went numb and she couldn't fight back as kick after kick destroyed her cunt.
After two full minutes of wet thuds, Blake finally dropped the deadweight legs. Holly landing with a splat in a pool of blood and piss. Wiping her brow of sweat, Blake kicked the moaning woman onto her back and sat down as heavily as she could on her stomach. She didn't even bother pinning the beaten brunette's arms as she wrapped her fingers around the undefended neck.
Having told Tiff not to use her mouth or pussy, Ed was getting one of the best titfucks he'd ever received. The tight bra Tiff wore pressed her impressive boobs together, the wire underframe dragging along his shaft for added constriction. When he saw what Blake was doing, he felt a powerful orgasm already oncoming.
Blake squeezed as hard as she could, facing the enraptured Edmond, she used her upper arms to press her tits together. Despite Tiff's best efforts, it wasn't the blonde's breasts he was imagining sliding between. When Holly's throat caved in, after several seconds of choked, sputtering groans, Edmond unloaded, soaking Tiffany's bra and chin.
After quickly twisting her dying opponent's head to either side, Blake stood up and had her victory photo taken. Hands on hips, one foot putting all her weight on the broken woman beneath her. The photo would never leave Ed's personal stash, along with all the others he'd taken over the years.
Tiffany Vs. Kimberly
With her tits still glistening, Tiff roughly shoved her shoulder into Blake as they passed. The redhead approaching Ed without invite.
The blondes squared off, Holly's body laying face-up between them. A bloody testament to how these fights had to end.
Kim cracked her knuckles and sized up her opponent. Tiffany ignored the other blonde, glaring over at Blake still, who had just completely swallowed Ed's still steeled cock. Tiff finally hissed, "You're next, slut."
Edmond groaned as Blake switched to roughly licking his balls. He rang the bell not knowing how long he'd be able to last. Like most Members, Blake would be insatiable after a kill and it wouldn't be long before she forced her hot tight cunt down on his shaft.
With a scream Tiff charged over Holly's body, throwing all her weight into a punch at Kim's jaw. The bustier blonde spun with the hit though, grabbing hold of Tiff's extended arm and smashing her elbow backwards.
Kim's cheek stung, but the solid blow to Tiff's nose was well worth it. She dug in her heels and pushed back, throwing herself on top of the dead brunette at the centre of the mat, with the sputtering Tiff underneath her.
Both blondes thrashed wildly, Kim slamming her elbow over and over again into Tiffany's chest as the pinned blonde tried to get up. When Kim finally let up and rolled away it was to leave Tiff coughing, her back covered in Holly's blood.
Tiff's green bra, sticky and torn, fell off as she forced herself to climb off Holly's body. She had just managed to face off across from Kim (this time both blondes were on their knees), when the bustier woman attacked.
Kim dove forward, much lower than Tiff expected. The smaller blonde swung at where she thought Kim's face would be, only to have the white-clad woman crash shoulder first into her stomach. As Tiff doubled over, Kim rolled to her back, swinging her elbow out wide.
Tiff's head jerked to the side as Kim expertly clocked her across the face. Spastically, she collapsed to the mat as Kim calmly raised to her feet, not even watching. The busty blonde walked over to where she had previously been sitting, from beneath the couch he took her purse and withdrew a strap-on that made Ed wince. A thick, knobbed hunk of white rubber a full foot long.
Ed had previously agreed that under certain conditions outside objects could be used. Ultimately, once a fighter was rendered unconscious, her opponent was free to do as she wished. He didn't want to stifle creativity if a victor wished to torture her rival.
Kim, her back to Ed, who was now being vigorously ridden by a gasping Blake, dropped down onto Tiff's unprotected stomach. Sticking the hard dildo between those large dried cum-covered tits, she began punching with both arms at once. Tiff only remained unconscious for a few seconds as her chest was suddenly crushed against itself and the durable rubber cock.
Blake gripped behind Edmond's head, screaming in orgasmic delight as Tiff screamed in fear and pain. Ed tried to look past her to watch Kim from behind. The blonde's arms worked like pistons, sometimes punching together at the sides, otherwise one at a time moving down, busting into Tiff right at the nipple. Having taken some Club fuck-drugs just before titfucking Tiff, he would be able to cum multiple times tonight. Right now he shot his second load up into the exploding redhead.
Tiff's screams had dwindled to moans and whimpers when Kim finally let up. The victorious blonde wiped blood drenched hands on her white bra before standing up. Reaching down to grip the limp Tiff by her split open boobs, she hauled the broken and weeping woman up to her feet, only to turn her about and roughly shove her back to the floor. There was a wet splat as Tiff wordlessly landed face down.
Kim turned, so that Ed could see she was pointing at a black line drawn on the dildo, "Ten inches, as far as I've ever gotten this into a bitch." Kneeling, she tore away the green panties that protected the comatose Tiff. With the first thrust, she rammed the unlubed thing six inches deep into still wet cunt.
Blake, sitting beside Ed, breathing heavily, laughed as Kim's strong thrusts pushed Tiff across the mat. Two bloody streaks being left in a line until Tiff hit the wall. Kim enthusiastically screamed out "Ten!" before gripping Tiff by the hips and driving ever harder forward. Determined to beat her own set record.
Gripping blonde hair, Kim wrenched Tiff back as hard as she could, finally shrieking, "Eleven!" as the long doomed woman's neck snapped. Letting go, she undid the strap-on, letting it stay inside the broken Tiffany.
Flushed with excitement she hadn't shown before, Kim got up, still "fully" clothed albeit in blood soaked lingerie. Her white leggings stained red like her bra from where she'd dragged them through Tiff's trail. Standing over the dead blonde before her, she heard Ed's camera snap, a fitting victory photo of her looking down at her outmatched victim.
Kim, hands on hips, turned to face Blake, "I'm ready for the second round if you are, whore." At the surprise on the redhead's face the blonde turned fully and shouted, "Right now, bitch, fucking fight or I'll kill you where you sit!"
Blake Vs. Kimberly
Ed had clearly lost control of the night. Before he could protest that both women were tired and would fight better after a rest, Blake jumped off the couch and charged. The redhead wore only her blue garters at this point in contrast to the blonde's full outfit.
Kimberly, having braced herself for the obviously incoming punch, shrieked in pain as Blake once again feinted with a kick. The redhead's shoe'd foot colliding with the busty blonde's bloody kneecap as she dove to the side and kicked out.
The blonde toppled sideways as her leg gave out. Trying to balance herself, her good leg came down right on Holly's already collapsed throat. She slipped fully, landing hard on her shoulder. Only to be pounced upon by a wildly ecstatic Blake.
Blake got in two good punches, slamming Kim's head into the floor with each one. She grunted in pain and backed off quickly though when the blonde lashed out with an elbow, crushing a sensitive tit with tremendous force.
Kim reached back, blindly, gripping at hair she hauled herself around and struck hard with her free hand. Putting all her strength into the punch she heard a satisfying wet crunch. Her head still spinning she kept up the barrage as her opponent went totally limp beneath her.
When the black spots finally left Kim's eyes she stopped mid-punch. Her heavy breathing choked as she looked down at the devastated body of Holly. She screamed in fear as Blake grabbed her from behind, pulling her head back with both hands.
Blake smashed her knee into the back of Kim's neck, she'd watched in surprised amusement as the blonde brutally beat the dead Holly's face in, but the fun was over. Ripping the blonde's head back she drove her knee forward over and over again. Her knee bruised after the twelfth such blow, she let Kim fall forward.
Laying tits down on Holly's broken face, Kim kicked back, once again taking Blake by surprise with her resistance to head blows. This time she found her target, her heel digging into the redhead's thigh. As Blake hopped backwards, trying not to fall on her ass, Kim got up as quickly as she could manage, staggering forward to gain some distance. Panting from exhaustion, she stumbled to stand opposite her rival.
Blake, bleeding from one leg and with a bruised knee opposite, stalked forward with arms raised. A boxer's stance like she'd assumed when facing off with Holly. Stepping through the blood puddle surrounding the dead brunette's head on her way to lock up with the bloodied blonde.
Kim landed the first punch, hooking Blake across the jaw with far less power than she had hoped to. Her white bra was finally disrupted by a return uppercut to the right tit. She was further pushed back by a follow-up strike strait to the bared breast. Back-pedalling, the blonde took hit after hit to the tits and arms. Finally, falling to one knee, she tried to get her tired arms back up in defence.
Trailing bloody white lace, Blake swung her arm back wide, tearing the stained fabric off fully. Kim offered no resistance as Blake nearly broke her own hand punching the blonde unconcious and to the floor.
Blake collapsed forward, only partially on purpose. She landed heavily and painfully tits down over Kim's bruised face. Solidifying the smother by pressing her hands against her tender breasts, she laughed in jubilant victory. A second later she screamed with excitement as Edmond grabbed her by the hips.
With renewed energy, the redhead whipped her head back. A look of wild lust was all Ed saw before she grabbed his cock and rammed it home. Fiercely gyrating her hips, Blake mashed her tits back down, somehow keeping up the smother as she bucked so hard as to nearly dislodge her man.
Not able to feel Kim spasming beneath her any more, Blake rode a minutes long orgasm. Finally tapped out and too tight to fuck any more anyway, she passed out still on top of the second blonde to die that night. It wasn't till a few hours later that she managed to have her victory photo taken. Piling the bodies together in the middle of the room.
Holly was left where she'd fallen, Tiffany thrown face-down on top, dildo unremoved. Blake then placed Kim face up on top and took her place, sitting on the face she'd smothered, looking down the length of Kimberly's battered body at the camera. Hands on hips, she smiled and shrugged for the camera like it was an accident. Surrounded by a puddle of dried blood and sticky cum stains.
Fun Facts:
-Holly was doomed from the outset. Tiffany would have had as little trouble with her as Blake and Kimberly would have forced nine inches of dildo inside her before slowly beating her to death.
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