The Club- Long Time Coming

**mcgoll** · April 22nd, 2016, 12:41 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.

Carolyn: The Club's favourite blonde bombshell, Carolyn has made no small amount of enemies on her way to the top. A gifted combatant, she has made a habit of ending her grudges publicly and quickly, as such, most of her remaining enemies are unknown to her. Always on the lookout for ambush, Carolyn has put down many surprise opponents across many bedrooms.
Fun Fact: Carolyn has officially used the blonde bombshell title ever since winning a sixteen woman battle royal. Sixteen busty blondes in a single ring, the fight only being done when one fighter remained concious. Nine Member's died before the end, two by Carolyn's own hands.

Ever since winning him during the Club's most recent massive orgy, Carolyn has been dating Club highroller Paul. She has also been finding out why his girlfriends either don't survive long, or only hang around for a short time. Between the constant attempts by other Members to steal him away and his own love of bring Club fans home, she has been fighting over him every few days for weeks.

Carolyn records every fight she has in Paul's mansion, hoping to dissuade other Members from attempts on Paul's cock by showing how viciously she sends challengers to the hospital emergency room. Non-Members picking a fight with her suffer a much more permanent fate.

With three nights since Carolyn had sent a fellow blonde Member to the emergency ward (the petite woman had very few teeth left and a shattered collarbone), Paul had another surprise lined up for his favourite lover. Carolyn had so far met every challenge he'd thrown at her, so tonight, as a sort of three month anniversary, he'd found an opponent that she could very much enjoy murdering.

With Carolyn just getting back from being a friend's ring girl (all she'd had to do was hold the ropes apart as her friend entered, if the opponent had cheated she may have been called upon to enter the ring herself as a double-team), she was already excited and hungry for a fight of her own. Wearing a silver skirt with matching top, Paul knew the outfit would be easy to strip off, Carolyn was ever the pragmatist in combat.

Normally, Carolyn had no warning before having an opponent sprung on her. Tonight though, Paul told her as soon as she was in the door. As she followed him up the stairs to their main bedroom, she tore off her shiny skirt, trying to question him as to who she was about to fight, and kill.

Entering the room she was struck silent, immediately recognizing who it was.

Christien: Twin sister to Carolyn's first (legal) kill, Christien is not, and never intends to be, a Club Member. Actually a professional dominatrix teacher, she mostly trains Members the most effective methods to quickly torture opponents. Not here tonight to avenge her sisters death (she feels Christina was an idiot for attempting initiation), she is just tired of her clients asking if she'll ever seek revenge. If Carolyn is killed, Christien can finally move beyond her dead sisters shadow.
Fun Fact: Most of Christien's skills at causing gradual pain and knot-tying go to waste. Most Members only wanting to know things like pressure points so they can cause as much pain as possible before being stopped by a buzzer.

Despite not being interested in Paul (or sex in general, getting her thrills from being in control), Christien had worn a lingerie outfit for tonight. Wanting to beat Carolyn with no advantage, she would wear simple clothing and heels, instead of her usual corset (which would lightly armour her waist).

The women circled one another as Paul moved off to the side. Carolyn pacing forwards as she stripped off her top. She sneered at the calm brunette, "I'm gonna enjoy choking the life from you, bitch. Hope you put up a good fight first though." The blonde had just watched her friend, her former boxing coach, brutally execute a longtime rival in the ring, and was excited to finish off her own enemy.

Christien took on step back for every one Carolyn took forward, keeping a perfect circle around the room. She had nothing mocking to say to the blonde, prefering to let her stew on silence. She patiently waited as Carolyn threw out several more threats and insults. Challenging the brunette to attack, likening her to her dead sister, and promising all manner of violent tortures that Christien felt were unoriginal.

Annoyed with the unbroken stare, Carolyn attacked first, charging the few feet between them with a scream. Stopping short, she swung her leg out instead of continuing her obvious charge. Her heel scraped across Christien's shoulder as the brunette dodged backwards.

Christien lunged forward, past Carolyn's outstretched leg, driving her fist into the fully exposed and uncovered crotch. Gripping Carolyn under the leg, she kept throwing punches as she tossed the screaming blonde to the floor.

Trying to stop the brunette from repeatedly punching her in the pussy, Carolyn finally managed to snap her legs together. She caught Christien around the chest, but was too numb to squeeze effectively.

Paul watched intently as the two women rolled across the floor of the bedroom. Carolyn screaming in rage and pain, Christien still silent and grim faced. He'd seen the blonde bombshell in worse situations, and seeing her start punching the brunette in the face he wasn't worried about her chances.

Rolling across the carpet, Carolyn tried her best to hit her enemy in the face. With the constant movement though she only got two good shots in, the rest hitting Christien in the shoulder or missing entirely. Then her head smashed into the wall.

Christien had purposefully rolled Carolyn to end up against the wall, but it was still luck that the blonde swung in a perfect arc, crashing with no resistance against the hardwood panelling. As the blonde bombshell spasmed and released her, Christien immediately twisted away.

Carolyn quickly recovered, just in time to dodge out of the way as Christien tried to charge her. Ducking to the side as she sat up, she only just avoided the brunette's knee colliding with her face.

Without Carolyn's face to soften the blow, Christien rammed her knee full-force into the wood panelled wall. She had hoped to crush the blonde and so hadn't held back at all. But when Carolyn grabbed at her thigh, hoping to drag her down by her panties, all pain was forgotten. Rounding on the still downed woman, she swung her elbow downwards.

The blonde bombshell was blasted to the ground as Christien elbowed her in the mouth, tasting her own blood as well as the brunette's. She tried to get her hands up defensively as the now growling woman descended on her.

Yanking Carolyn's arms out to either side, Christien stomped down on her chest. Crushing the blonde's large boobs over and over again, yanking her up by the arms with each stomp downwards.

Paul was uncharacteristically dismayed as Christien dropped to her knees, smashing Carolyn's head with enough force that he figured his lover was dead. Normally he'd be looking to fuck the winner, but there was no way this brunette would oblige him.

It was several minutes before Carolyn came to, blinking herself half awake before realizing she was tied up. Hanging upside down in her own bedroom, dripping blood onto the expensive carpet she herself had picked out. Rough ropes covered her entire torso, specifically twisted tight across her tits, squeezing them painfully as a rope on her back was slowly tugged.

Christien went about her work silently, but happily. She only ever taught any more, never getting to actually put her Dom skills to use. When Carolyn started whimpering she knew it was time to really get busy though.

Paul had long since left the room when he realized his challenger wasn't going to go for the kill or desire a victory fuck. He was down the hall with a couple of his more discrete mistresses when Carolyn's screams started up.

A half hour later, her hands and heels covered in blood, Christien started to get bored. Even dripping hot wax onto the bloody mess hanging from the ceiling barely prompted the smallest of moans. Digging her leather handled horsewhip deep into Carolyn's already bruised cunt, she looped a noose around the blonde bombshells neck and cut her suspending cord with a pair of scissors.

Leaving her sister's killer to hang freely by her throat, Christien gathered her things and left out the front door. Nobody would ever expect her, as a known professional, of having anything to do with Paul's lover disappearing.